<?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-883128227868079771</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:39:36.846-07:00</updated><category term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><category term='The Oldest Girl'/><category term='The Girls'/><category term='Low Fat/Non Fat Recipes'/><category term='General Musings'/><category term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Conversations With a Three-Year-Old...</title><subtitle type='html'>and other musings from a mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-111772117829476678</id><published>2009-07-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:25:31.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Goofy Internet...  Or Goofy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That last post was missing some stuff that I'd originally written. It didn't dawn on me that putting things in brackets would make the website think I had included some HTML. So, if the post didn't really make sense to you, please read it again. LOL Sometimes the simplest bit of information makes everything crystal clear. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-111772117829476678?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/111772117829476678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofy-internet-or-goofy-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/111772117829476678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/111772117829476678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofy-internet-or-goofy-me.html' title='Goofy Internet...  Or Goofy Me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-1561877227614825333</id><published>2009-07-05T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:20:53.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can hardly believe it's been so long since I last blogged, but the dates don't lie. So many times I've thought, "Oh, I have to blog about that... it was too funny not to share!" However, I then got busy doing something else and didn't get it done. Being so ill for the first 6 months of the year (and a couple of months before that) didn't help matters either. I have a cute one for you, though, and will try to keep up better again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Andrew: *After a HUGE kiss* &lt;after&gt;I just MARRIED you, Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Me: Oh yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Andrew: I'm jus' kiddin'!! *Insert the cutest giggle you've ever heard* &lt;insert&gt;I married Snow White on the Disney Cruise already!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yep, my boy thinks that you marry somebody by kissing them, and that his wife lives on a cruise ship with Mickey and the gang!! Hmmmm... I wonder if we can get a family rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-1561877227614825333?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/1561877227614825333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1561877227614825333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1561877227614825333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-4821951911411512952</id><published>2008-12-28T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:38:07.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Please pray for my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls are going to the Teen Leadership Conference with our youth group this week.  They leave tomorrow morning and return very late Thursday night, nearly Friday morning.  I'm not happy about the road conditions on which they will be travelling, but at this time the roads aren't bad enough for me to feel okay telling them they can't go.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this is going to be an amazing trip for them.  I have such great memories of TLC when I was a teen.  I know they will learn great things and will come back with a deeper knowledge and hopefully more secure in their role in Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please pray for open minds and hearts, a good time, and safety for all those attending the conference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-4821951911411512952?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/4821951911411512952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-pray-for-my-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4821951911411512952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4821951911411512952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-pray-for-my-girls.html' title='Please pray for my girls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-8050587567865644865</id><published>2008-12-26T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:08:46.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Girl'/><title type='text'>Sixteen Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a beautiful baby girl. She had ten adorable toes and ten long fingers. She was so perfect in so many ways, except she wasn't healthy. She was having seizures, having problems breathing, couldn't regulate her temperature, and the doctors were baffled. They told us they were going to do everything they could to figure it out and to help her, but to be prepared. They'd already had to resuscitate her several times. We could visit her in the NICU, and look at our precious little girl, but we couldn't hold her. We prayed, as did so many people all over the country. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon we were able to feed her by holding a syringe that drained through her nose into her stomach. Then we were able to hold her and feed her with the syringe. Then finally she was able to nurse and we could take her into the family room for half an hour at a time, on monitors, of course, so we could spend time alone with her, cuddling and nursing. Two weeks later, our baby, whose life was in such peril before, was able to go home... on meds, but doing well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now our sweet little girl is SIXTEEN!!! She is still so beautiful, and such an amazing young Christian woman. I'm so proud to call her my daughter. She's a great sister, a great daughter, and a great person. We have been so blessed to have these amazing children! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily, I know you'll read this... I am so proud of you! Thank you for being such a sweet young lady! Please always remember that we love you, your siblings love you, but most importantly, God loves you! Always turn to Him in all things. I love you!  Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-8050587567865644865?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/8050587567865644865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixteen-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8050587567865644865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8050587567865644865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixteen-years-ago.html' title='Sixteen Years Ago...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-3994690319964333322</id><published>2008-12-17T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:30:50.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Mom!  Something's wrong with Drew's back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I heard a few minutes ago. I glanced up and saw that Drew did, indeed, have something weird all over his back. Upon closer examination, it looked like a flat rash, almost like broken blood vessels. Then I had this thought, "That reminds me of the hot chocolate I just cleaned off the foyer floor." Sure enough, it washed right off! How in the world does a little boy get spots of hot chocolate all over his back? And how do I stop the adreneline rush that is now speeding through my body at the thought of my son having some weird rash??? Ahhhhh... time to finish my grocery shopping, I guess. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-3994690319964333322?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/3994690319964333322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-somethings-wrong-with-drews-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3994690319964333322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3994690319964333322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-somethings-wrong-with-drews-back.html' title='Mom!  Something&apos;s wrong with Drew&apos;s back!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-5808754530721176204</id><published>2008-12-14T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:53:16.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Josh's new Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My parents bought Josh a Children's Bible to celebrate his salvation.  He received it in the mail this week and was so very excited.  He was thrilled when he saw his name on the front, then giddy when I read the inscription they wrote in it, then beside himself when he started exploring the book and found pictures.  So we're in the van, and he's exploring his Bible.  Suddenly he screams, "It has a MAP!!!!!"  Why a map is exciting to him is beyond my understanding, but it was just so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;We then talked about how this isn't like his story Bible.  We talked about how this new Bible has all the same stuff in it that Mommy's Bible has.  He then asked if it has the same stuff as his teacher's Bible at church.  When I told him yes, he got this sheepish grin on his face and said, "But my teacher doesn't have PICTURES in her Bible!"  He couldn't wait to show off that Bible and proudly took it to class with him this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;He's growing up.  Sniff  Sniff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-5808754530721176204?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/5808754530721176204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshs-new-bible.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5808754530721176204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5808754530721176204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshs-new-bible.html' title='Josh&apos;s new Bible'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-644651773394030707</id><published>2008-12-05T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:26:13.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Josh's New Body...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm supposed to be going to bed, but want to share this before I forget. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke accidentally caught Josh on the cheek with her fingernail this evening, taking off a chunk of skin. It wasn't terrible, but it sure did bleed and look nasty. In the midst of me trying to control my instant urge to lose my dinner, Josh just patted my arm. He said, "It's okay, Mom, 'cause I'm going to die soon and then I'll get a brand new body!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so we had to discuss the fact that he's not likely to die for a very long time, but he again told me, "Yeah, but when I'm really old, I'm going to die. Then I'll go to Heaven and get a brand new body that won't ever hurt!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh, I just love that boy so much!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-644651773394030707?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/644651773394030707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshs-new-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/644651773394030707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/644651773394030707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshs-new-body.html' title='Josh&apos;s New Body...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-4794408135840597022</id><published>2008-12-04T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:24:42.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low Fat/Non Fat Recipes'/><title type='text'>Morning Star...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;No, I'm not going vegetarian, at least not yet.  However, since my body is adjusting to working without a gallbladder, I have to really watch my fat, or I'll get ill.  The problem is, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE burgers!!!  My wonderful surgeon, however, recommended the Morning Star brand Spicy Black Bean "burgers" because they are low in fat, but still leave that hamburger craving satisfied.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;These things are GREAT!!!  I really like them better than beef burgers!  Emily even asked for one last night instead of a beef burger patty, because she likes them so much.  We've had them several times now and I can't believe they are so low-fat and so incredibly tasty!  Last night we had them with some salt and pepper microwave potato chips and I felt like I was getting such a treat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;We've also tried their Buffalo Wings, which are higher in fat, but delicious, and another brand's spicy chicken patties, which are great on a bun.  If you're watching your fat/calories, you might want to consider trying some of these.  One of my friends, who used to be vegetarian, has told me that Morning Star is her favorite, but to not EVER try the bacon substitute.  So keep that in mind.  LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Hmmmmm...  I might consider going vegetarian if there was a good alternative for medium rare steak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-4794408135840597022?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/4794408135840597022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-star.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4794408135840597022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4794408135840597022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-star.html' title='Morning Star...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-6696716467288627908</id><published>2008-12-03T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:17:32.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>The secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I've been the only one who could get Drew to go to bed at night lately.  Before now he just kind of ran until he passed out, much to our horror.  A few weeks ago, though, I decided I'd had enough and attempted the Super Nanny's bedtime routine.  That didn't work well, but adjusting it just a bit did.  However, I've been the only one for whom it worked.  LOL  My family looks at me in awe and I think Stu has actually had to restrain himself from getting on his knees and bowing in worship of me.  ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, tonight I gave up the secret.  You just have to make a deal with him!  We say our prayers, I tuck him in, then I tell him I want him to stay in bed.  He gives me a thumbs up and says, "DEAL!"  Then I tell him I don't want him to talk, and he does the "DEAL!" thing again.  Next I tell him I want him to go to sleep, which is met with...  you guess it, his "DEAL!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, you just have to make a deal with him!  Unfortunately my family no longer thinks I'm the "Baby Whisperer"  ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-6696716467288627908?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/6696716467288627908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/6696716467288627908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/6696716467288627908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret.html' title='The secret...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-745183595257111453</id><published>2008-12-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:20:30.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have referrals for Emily, Josh, and Drew to see our neurosurgeon, Dr. Ellenbogen!  We may finally get some answers!  Brooke also needs to get her yearly MRI done in Feb, so Dr. E's assistant said we'll just schedule all four children for MRIs on the same day.  Stu will have to take the day off, so one of us can stay with the boys while they are sedated and the other can go with the girls, who won't need sedation.  This will probably all be delayed until February, but since it's been 6 months in the works, I think we can wait a couple more.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you all for the prayers you've already said for us!  I'll let you know when we have a date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-745183595257111453?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/745183595257111453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/745183595257111453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/745183595257111453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-7964152747105185592</id><published>2008-11-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:16:57.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Baby Hanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;The ever curious - and argumentative - Drew brought me a sock and asked me what it says on the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"It says, Baby Hanes." I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"No it doesn't!" was his emphatic response, to which I suggested he ask his daddy to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Upon getting the same answer from his daddy, Drew became very indignant and yelled, "It is NOT Baby Hane's sock, it is BIG ANDOOS!!!"  (That's Andrew, for any of you who don't happen to speak 3 yr old boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-7964152747105185592?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/7964152747105185592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-hanes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7964152747105185592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7964152747105185592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-hanes.html' title='Baby Hanes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-3451781730043825903</id><published>2008-11-19T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:55:44.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low Fat/Non Fat Recipes'/><title type='text'>Roasted Chickpeas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also made these recently and I really enjoy them!  I snuck some into the movie theater (shhhhhh) so I had something to crunch on while Stu was eating popcorn.  I ended up having to give the three and five year olds their own container of them, 'cause they enjoyed them so much!  The three year old carried his around snacking.  :D  I'm looking forward to experimenting with different seasonings.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We made the canned chickpea recipe, but I'll include both.  These are also from fatfreevegan.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roasted Chickpeas Two Ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can use different spices in both of these recipes or leave out the seasoning altogether.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chili Roasted Chickpeas from Dried Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup dried chickpeas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 teaspoons chili powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 tablespoon lime juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick over and rinse the chickpeas. Cover them with water 2 inches above the level of the beans and let soak overnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drain and rinse the chickpeas. Put in a pot with enough water to cover and bring to a boil. Turn down the heat, add 1 1/2 teaspoons of the chili powder and simmer for 10 minutes. Drain. Place in a bowl and toss with the lime juice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preheat the oven to 400F. Lift the chickpeas out of the bowl with a slotted spoon and place them in a single layer on an oiled baking sheet. Stir after 15 minutes, brushing them with the lime juice remaining in the bowl. Repeat three times, the last time sprinkling them with the remaining chili powder and salt. When they are golden brown and crispy (about 50-60 minutes in total) remove from the oven . Cool completely before serving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes 6 servings. Per serving: 125 Calories (kcal); 2g Total Fat; (15% calories from fat); 7g Protein; 21g Carbohydrate; 0mg Cholesterol; 549mg Sodium; 7g Fiber. Weight Watchers Core / 2 Points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curry Roasted Chickpeas from Canned Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 cups canned chickpeas, drained and rinsed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 teaspoon curry powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 teaspoon cumin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/8 teaspoon cayenne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt (optional)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preheat oven to 400F. Combine all ingredients in a mixing bowl and mix well. Spray a baking sheet with canola oil and spread chickpeas out in a single layer. Bake, stirring every 15 minutes, until golden and crunchy, about 45-50 minutes. Cool completely before serving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes 6 servings. Per serving: 72 Calories (kcal); 1g Total Fat; (8% calories from fat); 3g Protein; 14g Carbohydrate; 0mg Cholesterol; 180mg Sodium; 3g Fiber. Weight Watchers Core / 1 Point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-3451781730043825903?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/3451781730043825903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/roasted-chickpeas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3451781730043825903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3451781730043825903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/roasted-chickpeas.html' title='Roasted Chickpeas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2138986692739011276</id><published>2008-11-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:45:35.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low Fat/Non Fat Recipes'/><title type='text'>Microwave Potato Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This recipe is from fatfreevegan.com.  We had them with dinner the other night and they are AMAZING and only have trace amounts of fat!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microwave Potato Chips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 medium russet potato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parchment paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;optional seasonings: chili powder, Creole seasoning, Old Bay seasoning, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using a mandolin or v-slicer, slice one medium russet potato (peeled, if you like) as thinly as possible, taking care that all slices are the same thickness. Line the turntable tray of your microwave with parchment paper and place the potato slices on it without overlapping. Salt lightly and sprinkle with your choice of seasonings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microwave at full power--watching closely--until spots of brown begin to appear, about 4-6 minutes. Turn off the microwave for 1 minute. Microwave again at full power until the slices are golden brown. (Be very careful not to over-brown or they will taste burned.) Remove from the microwave and allow to cool. Repeat until all potato slices are cooked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salt and Vinegar Chips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dip each potato slice into cider vinegar before putting it on the parchment paper. Sprinkle with salt before microwaving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes two servings. Per serving: 30 Calories (kcal); trace Total Fat; (1% calories from fat); 1g Protein; 7g Carbohydrate; 0mg Cholesterol; 2mg Sodium; 1g Fiber. Weight Watchers Core / 0 Points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kb.ergobabycarrier.com/questions/6/What+is+the+weight+limit+of+The+ERGObaby+carrier%3F"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2138986692739011276?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2138986692739011276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/microwave-potato-chips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2138986692739011276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2138986692739011276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/microwave-potato-chips.html' title='Microwave Potato Chips'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-132479542190723677</id><published>2008-11-16T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:54:43.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Still in awe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About 6:00 Friday night, Josh came to me and in a very somber voice, he said, "I wish Jesus lived in my heart, Mommy!"  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind you, I had a feeling this was coming, because he has said little things, and has been asking some questions over the last three weeks or so, that made me believe that the Holy Spirit was working on his little heart.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, we spent some time talking about Jesus.  We talked about who He is, about Him dying on the cross for our sins, how he rose again, etc.  I made sure that Josh understood that Jesus died on the cross for JOSH, because he knew that Josh would be born and would do things that were wrong, and He wanted Josh to live in Heaven anyway.  We talked about how He did that for all of us.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also talked about how all we have to do to accept Jesus into our lives and have Him live in our hearts, is to pray.  I then asked him if that was what he wanted to do, and he emphatically said, "YES!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Stu and I prayed with our first son, helping him to accept Jesus into his heart and life, and confessing that he has sinned, but he knows that Jesus gave His life so that his sins won't send him to Hell.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterward, I asked Josh how he felt and he told me he felt WONDERFUL.  I told him that now Jesus is living in his heart.  He told me, "And when I die, I will go to Heaven...  but not on a cross, when I get really old!"  ROFL  The way children think is just so sweet and innocent!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My son is saved!  He is so excited to tell everybody!  We called the grandparents immediately, and he can't wait to tell his teacher at church today.  :D  God is so VERY good!!!  I'm so glad that both Stu and I were here for this very special, life-changing time!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-132479542190723677?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/132479542190723677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/132479542190723677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/132479542190723677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-in-awe.html' title='Still in awe...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-1693182900027633608</id><published>2008-11-11T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:44:27.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>It has happened already!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Me - "I love you so very much, Andrew!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Drew - "I love Snow White!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-1693182900027633608?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/1693182900027633608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-happened-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1693182900027633608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1693182900027633608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-happened-already.html' title='It has happened already!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-7876728800120412442</id><published>2008-11-09T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:22:04.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Eating my own words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I found out the naval hospital had grabbed the referral for my surgery, I was horrified.  I have heard so many horror stories about military hospitals and we've had our own horrible encounters with the ER at naval hospital.  I know there are some wonderful military doctors, but there are so many that are NOT wonderful by any shape of the imagination, and I don't like the concept of not being able to fire my doctor!  I equate it to playing Russion roulette when trusting my family's health to the military health care system.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However...  I didn't have an option that was really going to work for us.  I could change to a different insurance plan, but that meant big bucks that we really don't have, especially when we're trying to pay off all debt before retirement.  I could also just go to a civilian surgeon and stay enrolled in my current insurance plan, but that would mean even more money.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, being in pain, I made the appointment and got the doctor's name so I could do research on her.  I really liked what I read about her education, and looked forward to meeting her.  My first appointment with this doctor really helped me relax about what was ahead.  The doctor took plenty of time with me, explaining the options we had as far as treatment, and the risks associated with each.  She explained how the whole liver/gallbladder/digestion system works to make sure I had the info I needed to make an educated decision.  She even released me from the naval hospital so I could go to a civilian physician and be more comfortable with the system.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After meeting her, praying about the right thing to do, and the pain continuing, I decided to go with the naval hospital after all.  I'm so glad I did!  The care I received there, from the nurse scheduling the appointments and surgery, to the corpsman who wheeled me to the door of the hospital after my stay, was absolutely wonderful, with the exception of only three people.  Even the food service was amazing!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will continue seeing my civilian physician, and avoiding the naval ER with every bone in my body, but it's nice to know that I can expect wonderful care if I ever have to have another surgery (or...  gasp...  another child) at Bremerton Naval Hospital!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-7876728800120412442?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/7876728800120412442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/eating-my-own-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7876728800120412442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7876728800120412442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/eating-my-own-words.html' title='Eating my own words...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-3857732970042629123</id><published>2008-11-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:30:03.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I had to be at the hospital bright and early yesterday, then there was a lot of waiting. LOL Wait to be checked in, then wait to be taken to the holding room, then wait for the anesthesia, then I don't remember anything else. LOL Stu, however, spent several hours waiting to hear something while I was in the holding room getting my hands massaged by two young men. They were having a hard time finding a vein in my hands that they wanted to use, so I had a guy on each hand, slapping it, rubbing it, etc. I joked with them that I really needed a pedicure also. For some reason, they just didn't think they'd have the time for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;They finally found a vein they liked and got the iv set, then in came the anesthesiologist. He put something in my iv and I thought maybe the iv was messed up because I didn't feel anything. Then came the burn, and then I could no longer sit up. I told them I was going to lay down and close my eyes now, and to just let me know if they needed anything. ROFL I remember at some time, somebody put a mask over my face and told me to breathe in deeply so I could fill my lungs with oxygen so I didn't get pneumonia, and the next thing I remember was recovery. I had such a sweet nurse in recovery! He joked with me, didn't mind answering the same question repeatedly, or anything. I remembered asking if they had let my husband know I was okay, but I couldn't remember what he told me. I've decided that men who go into nursing tend to be exceptionally kind, caring people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Luckily, we'd already planned for me to stay the night, but they would have kept me anyway, because I couldn't stop throwing up. Already having a room waiting, the paperwork filled out, etc. just made things go a little more smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm feeling much better today than I expected to feel. I'm sore, but it's more a muscle soreness than anything. I am so grateful for all the prayers. I know it wasn't a real major surgery, certainly nothing like what Brooke went through a year ago, or what little Riley is dealing with right now, but it was still nerve-wracking and knowing people were praying was very comforting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Now I'm going to go take a nap. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-3857732970042629123?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/3857732970042629123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-again.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3857732970042629123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3857732970042629123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2651990861190115614</id><published>2008-11-05T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:20:25.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Riley update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riley's blog says his surgery went very well! They also appreciate all the prayers! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riley is still in pain. Brooke wanted to badly to go visit him and offer him some encouragement, but there's just no time before my surgery tomorrow. It's a bit strange for me to think of Riley's mom sitting up there at that hospital, when her son just had the same surgery my daughter had a year ago tomorrow. I pray that they have wonderful results like Brooke did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2651990861190115614?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2651990861190115614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/riley-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2651990861190115614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2651990861190115614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/riley-update.html' title='Riley update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-1963062893233818272</id><published>2008-11-01T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:47:38.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Guess I spoke too soon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Tricare has now cancelled the children's original MRI referrals, including the one for each that was approved.  They each now have four NEW MRI referrals, that are completely different from the ones originally ordered/approved.  These new referrals are all "pending review", so we're waiting again.  I'm okay with the wait now, though, because I've spoken to the radiology scheduler and they can't get us in for at least 3-4 weeks anyway.  I was hoping to get it done before my surgery, but that's not a possibility even if the referrals were approved now.  Waiting this long only means I will definitely be healed, have an idea of the types of foods I can handle, and have more energy by then.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-1963062893233818272?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/1963062893233818272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-i-spoke-too-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1963062893233818272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/1963062893233818272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='Guess I spoke too soon!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-91335929144329099</id><published>2008-10-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:23:04.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>YAY, Tricare!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been trying to get our PCM to put in referrals for the other three to be tested for Chiari.  They all show symptoms, and Dr. Ellenbogen felt like it would be wise to get them checked.  All three have severe headaches, in the front and back of their heads.  Josh and Emily see spots with their headaches.  We know Josh does because the other night, when he was suffering from one of them, he tripped and said, "It's so hard to see with all the blinking lights."  Emily and Josh both also suffer from leg pains nearly every day, often waking with them, not just suffering from them after an active day.  Emily now also suffers from a tingling, needly feeling on her back/shoulders, and hand/wrist pain.  Her pain is very similar to what I feel with my fibro, and she may very well end up having fibro, but if it's Chiari, we need to know NOW, before she ends up with permanent damage of paralysis.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a call, late yesterday afternoon, from our PCM's nurse, saying she was getting ready to put in the referrals.  She put in a referral for a head/neck MRI for each child, as well as a spine MRI for each.  Cysts of cerebrospinal fluid are common in Chiari patients, as is tethered cord syndrome.  It is so common, they like to check the spine in all Chiari patients to rule out those things.  All three head/neck MRIs are approved, and the spinal MRIs are all still being reviewed.  I am so relieved!!  I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that they will finally get these tests!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course I hope the MRIs don't show any issues, but if they do, I want them taken care of while we are stationed here.  Dr. Ellenbogen is one of the top doctors in the country for this condition, and we truly feel that God paved the way for us to be stationed here right before Brooke got so sick and was diagnosed.  It's almost time for sea duty again, and while we are trying to be stationed here for that, there is no guarantee.  So I've been a bit anxious about getting this done in a timely manner.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;I know several people have been waiting and praying with us, for these MRIs, so I'll keep you updated on the progress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-91335929144329099?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/91335929144329099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-tricare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/91335929144329099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/91335929144329099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-tricare.html' title='YAY, Tricare!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-5072612983802221343</id><published>2008-10-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:09:57.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Surgery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be one gallbladder lighter as of Thursday, Nov 6. The doctor is going to have me stay the night in the hospital, even though it will be laproscopic, because she and I both agreed I will probably get more rest, and therefore better healing, if I have that first night without the children. They are wonderful and make me laugh, give me lots of hugs and kisses, etc., but that laughing and hugs/kisses can also be pretty exhausting and... well... painful, when you've just had surgery. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much weight do you think you lose with a gallbladder removal??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note, please remember Riley on Tuesday, Nov 4. He is a 4 year old Chiari patient who is having surgery with the awesome Dr. Ellenbogen. It's a difficult procedure on those children, although ultimately so very helpful, and it is a difficult time for the parents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will be the year anniversary of Brooke's surgery on Nov 6, so those feelings are still quite fresh in our minds. I was hoping to be able to be there with Riley's parents, to help get them whatever they need, help them deal with those emotions, etc., but I don't think I'm going to be able to do that with my pre-op stuff. Please pray for some kind soul to help smooth the way for them and make that wait a little less stressful, in whatever ways they need. Please also pray for the doctors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have such a burden in my heart for these other Chiari families. So many people read about Chiari and think it's no big deal. They don't realize all the things that go wrong regularly, all the complications that often go along with the condition, or the fact that these children face a risk of paralysis or permanent damage if treatment is held off too long, or they do something as simple as riding a roller coaster, for instance. Many loving, wonderful people that we know, did not realize how serious the condition is until Brooke was granted a Make a Wish, and that family had a house built by Extreme Makeover. Unfortunately, this means these families often don't have the support and understanding that they really need during this difficult time. Even though most of the people who know us didn't not realize how serious the situation was, we were very blessed to have lots of support from friends and family. God is so good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I have to go back to bed. This gallbladder stuff is making me so exhausted! I was worried I'd be up during the night if I didn't make myself get up for a few hours this evening, though. Goodnight!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-5072612983802221343?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/5072612983802221343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/surgery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5072612983802221343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5072612983802221343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/surgery.html' title='Surgery...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-3606942047438612290</id><published>2008-10-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:49:02.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>A contest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fellow submarine wife is running a contest on her blog: &lt;a href="http://shaywilliams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lovely Yellow Ribbons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She's giving away a personalized "family crest" that she and the winner will design together. What a neat prize! You can keep it for yourself, have it designed for one of your children, or give it away as a wedding gift, perhaps! Becca does lovely work, and I sure hope I win... ;) ... but if one of you reading this wins, please share a picture of your crest when it's finished! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you enter her contest, I'd sure appreciate it if you'd also mention in the comments that you read about it here, so I can get an extra entry. Good luck to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-3606942047438612290?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/3606942047438612290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3606942047438612290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3606942047438612290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/contest.html' title='A contest!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-5439159427596352359</id><published>2008-10-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:03:16.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>DUH moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I was getting ready to snooze last night. I opened my contact case and panicked when I realized it was empty. The thoughts that quickly ran through my head included: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Could one of the boys gotten into my contact stuff?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Could I have dropped the contact on the floor instead of into the case?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do I have any extras?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You idiot, you opened the case to put your contact into it! The contact is still on your eye!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fess up... you know you've done similar silly stuff! Share with me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-5439159427596352359?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/5439159427596352359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/duh-moments.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5439159427596352359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5439159427596352359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/duh-moments.html' title='DUH moments...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-4965239766978399299</id><published>2008-10-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:50:17.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Bedtime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Yes, Drew, you can sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed tonight.  Here are the rules: no toys, no playing, go to sleep...  oh, and you use your own pillow so Mommy doesn't get kicked off the bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Daddy only has one rule, Drew, do NOT put your feet in my pants!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Apparently nothing is sacred for a three year old with cold feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-4965239766978399299?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/4965239766978399299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4965239766978399299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/4965239766978399299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-7330488957681415312</id><published>2008-10-22T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:49:27.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Are you fresh and clean???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Probably not according to Andrew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Mommy, Daddy's feet are s'gusting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Yeah, Baby, feet tend to smell gross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"But not MY feet, 'cause I'm FRESH AND CLEAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;He then smells my feet. GAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Mommy, your feet are s'gusting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Sorry, Drew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Emily is s'gusting, Brookie is s'gusting, Joshie is s'gusting, but *I* am FRESH AND CLEAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;We have the strangest conversations at bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-7330488957681415312?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/7330488957681415312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-fresh-and-clean.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7330488957681415312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/7330488957681415312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-fresh-and-clean.html' title='Are you fresh and clean???'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2710234450018092867</id><published>2008-10-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:49:09.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>My sonogram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;The doctor found a "quite large" gallstone. I'm sure surgery is in my future. I see my PCM Thursday. I'm in a lot of pain this evening, after the pushed around on my belly with that sonogram wand. I imagine all that prodding irritated my gallbladder even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also take Drew back to the doctor Thursday, for his finger. It's still swollen and the hand is all bruised up. The boy won't leave the tape on his fingers, though, and it keeps getting sat on, or bent backward, etc. I'm hoping the doctor will just put a cast on his hand so his hand will have time to heal properly. I'll have to figure out how to get the doctor to think it's his idea, though, or it'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2710234450018092867?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2710234450018092867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sonogram.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2710234450018092867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2710234450018092867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sonogram.html' title='My sonogram...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-3072245808670853638</id><published>2008-10-21T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:27:58.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Hiccup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I need some milk, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;"Drew, it's time to go sleepy, lay down and close your eyes now."&lt;br /&gt;"But milk helps with hiccups!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's a good thing you don't have hiccups, then."&lt;br /&gt;"HIIIIICK.... ow... HIIIIICK... ow... my hiccups hurt, mom, I need milk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I argue when I'm laughing so hard??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-3072245808670853638?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/3072245808670853638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiccup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3072245808670853638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/3072245808670853638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiccup.html' title='Hiccup...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-5636341929897141881</id><published>2008-10-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:57:31.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Sonogram tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope, not for a baby. My doc thinks I may need to have my gall bladder out. So, tomorrow is the sonogram to see how it is working (or not) and then we'll decide if surgery is the right choice. Please pray with me that they will figure out what is wrong and fix it. I don't want to experience the horrible pain that took us to the ER last week, EVER again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-5636341929897141881?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/5636341929897141881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/sonogram-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5636341929897141881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5636341929897141881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/sonogram-tomorrow.html' title='Sonogram tomorrow...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2804695289027152803</id><published>2008-10-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:42:19.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>The boy wants to color his hair!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;The girls wanted to color their hair.  No big deal, except they wanted highlights in it.  I can color their hair, no problem!!  We did the main color and it looked GREAT!  I tried to convince them both that the highlights were a bad idea, but no, they wouldn't listen.  They have this misplaced trust in me.  They don't trust me to get anything else right, but they trusted me to put highlights in their hair!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;If you see my girls and think, "WOW, that hair is just...  yeah...", just know that I was not happy about doing it.  LOL  At least they are happy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Anyway, as I was brushing the bleaching stuff on Brooke's hair, Drew was sitting there watching us.  Suddenly, with an awe-struck tone in his voice, he says, "I sure wish MY hair was red and pink!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2804695289027152803?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2804695289027152803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-wants-to-color-his-hair.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2804695289027152803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2804695289027152803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-wants-to-color-his-hair.html' title='The boy wants to color his hair!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-8605698911799426293</id><published>2008-10-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:14:37.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Modern Make-Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Boy, the way children play these days is so different than how we did. My boys "type" on computer keyboards that are no longer useful, with a pretend monitor in front of them. They walk around with an old cell phone, pretending to call their friends and grandparents. They even have a microwave on their play kitchens!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Today, Josh had an empty cup that he would place against the wall. With the other hand, he'd push a pretend button on the wall and make a "SHOOOOOOOOSH" sound. Think you know what he was pretending??? Possibly, if you know how much I love me some Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte!! He was pretending to be a barista at Starbucks!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I really should look into those old fashioned toy links my crunchy friends keep sharing with me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-8605698911799426293?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/8605698911799426293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/modern-pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8605698911799426293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8605698911799426293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/modern-pretend.html' title='Modern Make-Believe...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-5049390461956179662</id><published>2008-10-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:50:32.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oldest Boy'/><title type='text'>Learning to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Some of you already know that we homeschool.  Well, this year brings a new kindergarten student for me to teach.  It's been a while since I taught one of my children to read and this boy is learning completely differently than the girls did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Have I mentioned that raising boys is COMPLETELY different from raising girls??  Yeah??  Well, it is certainly worth repeating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Josh is having a ball learning to read.  Unfortunately, he now thinks he has to sound out words even as he speaks them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;"Muh-muh-muh-muh-Mom, can I have some luh-luh-luh-luh-lunch now?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm not sure how this will help his reading, but I'm too busy trying not to wet my pants, laughing at my weird life, to worry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-5049390461956179662?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/5049390461956179662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-read.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5049390461956179662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/5049390461956179662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-read.html' title='Learning to read'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-8857023876802169258</id><published>2008-10-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:42:40.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Please enlighten me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Somebody PLEASE tell me how to get a three-year-old to leave his broken finger buddy-taped to the one next to it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gooooshies, Mom! It HURTS!" is all I get when I tell him he needs to keep it taped so it can heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after you let me know how to keep that blasted tape on his fingers, be sure and tell me how to keep from laughing when he says such cute things and then rolls those little eyes! It's awfully hard to get him to take me seriously when I'm laughing at how adorable he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-8857023876802169258?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/8857023876802169258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-enlighten-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8857023876802169258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8857023876802169258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-enlighten-me.html' title='Please enlighten me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-8443588949836669211</id><published>2008-10-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:48:13.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Brain Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After we finished at the ER last night... well, it was actually the Acute Care Clinic, but I digress... and had learned that Andrew managed to break his index finger and sprain his thumb when he fell at the park, our little angel started making these really weird noises in the back of the van. He would say a few words and then make a sound similar to the way Donald Duck speaks. I finally asked him what he was doing. He answered, "I'm TRYING to talk to my brain mom! GOOOOOOSH!!! It won't let me do the smoochy poochy dance anymore, so I'm trying to talk to it so it will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was a completely different language to allow you to speak to your brain!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-8443588949836669211?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/8443588949836669211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-language.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8443588949836669211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/8443588949836669211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-language.html' title='Brain Language'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2553658523853009851</id><published>2008-10-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:56:27.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with a three-year-old'/><title type='text'>My inspiration for the title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is my precious Andrew.  This boy comes up with the funniest things and you just have to wonder what it's like to live in his world.  Yesterday, in the midst of getting ready to make our 5 billionth ER visit for this boy who has no fear, he decided it was the perfect time to discuss babies and their mothers.  The boys had one of their sisters read the Usbourne book, about where babies come from, to them a few days ago.  The story has apparently been circulating in this little brain and he has put his own 3-year-old spin on it!  He was sharing this new version and I'll spare you most of the details, but I thought his ideas of nursing were just so cute.  He actually thinks that the baby gets milk from one breast and food from the other!  Ladies, do I hear a big ole collective OUCH???  ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2553658523853009851?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2553658523853009851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-inspiration-for-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2553658523853009851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2553658523853009851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-inspiration-for-title.html' title='My inspiration for the title...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883128227868079771.post-2428588680326659690</id><published>2008-10-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:57:49.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>My goal with this new blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being a mom of teen girls and young boys offers numerous opportunities for laughter, wonder, and frustration. I am so very blessed to have these amazing people in my life and I hope this blog will not only give our friends and family a glimpse into the silliness and joy, but will also provide me with a way to count my blessings (and probably some frustrations). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that precious old Hymn that says, "Count your blessings name them one by one. Count your blessings, see what God has done." Well, I often forget to do that, and find I've slipped into a routine of just getting through each day intact instead of getting through each day happy and fulfilled as a wife, mom, and child of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you find some things to laugh with us about in the coming months/posts, and I invite you to share your own stories, thoughts, and prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883128227868079771-2428588680326659690?l=conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/feeds/2428588680326659690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-goal-with-this-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2428588680326659690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/883128227868079771/posts/default/2428588680326659690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithathreeyearold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-goal-with-this-new-blog.html' title='My goal with this new blog...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706665682308546996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rb9bhdf5e5M/SPeNE4_cGYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lt8xgwEFgBo/S220/gardeneve.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
