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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-9098052336282820777</id><published>2012-01-27T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:48:47.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what we did'/><title type='text'>What we did in January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;The kids rarely give me time to blog during the times of day when I am inspired to do so, and at this rate I'll barely have anything to look back on when I want to remember all we did during this busy time. I'm going to try to start doing a post at the end of each month with pictures of some things we did, and a few words to explain. Here's what we did in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cJh6_NDhy8/TyKzXl6W8YI/AAAAAAAADoI/DCU8stp9jTs/s320/P1010282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702317296099717506" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;1/2:  Went to Build-a-Bear for Cousin Michael's third birthday.  Suzi and Ivey both made dogs.  Ivey picked out a beautiful Esmeralda costume for hers.  And then named it Bullseye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPpF0gzhDDY/TyKzYOFQGuI/AAAAAAAADoY/eWMvLWXrND8/s320/P1010329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702317306882824930" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suzi named hers Spot, even though it didn't actually have a spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if25UG49whU/TyKzZoC8VEI/AAAAAAAADog/ytuXA0IEZyk/s1600/P1010336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if25UG49whU/TyKzZoC8VEI/AAAAAAAADog/ytuXA0IEZyk/s320/P1010336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702317331032331330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivey loved the pretend bath station best, mesmerized by the way air came out when you pushed the pedal.  She finally pulled up a seat to get comfortable and stay a while.  Eventually we had to pry her off of it because a line was forming behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0NY5-8JvU/TyK12-TZLhI/AAAAAAAADos/84MWcOvkQZU/s320/P1010341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702320034246372882" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQHUkNMtlj0/TyK13QVq7JI/AAAAAAAADo4/A361-c7tUME/s320/P1010353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702320039087762578" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky55nlFANrU/TyK14erWnAI/AAAAAAAADpI/TVnWF2t3uuM/s320/P1010404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702320060116671490" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/7:  The weather was so freakishly warm we decided to take the kids to the zoo.  The animals were so active!  That elephant in the background pooped right in front of us and then another elephant ate it, as a horrified, gagging bunch of visitors looked on.  So educational!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sk_5_VklG7s/TyK5Zrcxm5I/AAAAAAAADpU/gxv4ThShRV0/s320/P1010444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702323929015753618" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPpF0gzhDDY/TyKzYOFQGuI/AAAAAAAADoY/eWMvLWXrND8/s1600/P1010329.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rattlesnake in the reptile house slithered up to look at Ivey through the glass.  She stared into his beady eyes.  It was eerie.  Then she burst into tears and we moved on to the next area.  We visited the orangutans and the baby looked at us through the glass, too.  Then the mama took the baby over under their shelter and they all looked at us like &lt;i&gt;dumb humans don't even know to go in from a shower of rain.  &lt;/i&gt;The monkeys screeched and fought, and then when the rain stopped and we got to play on the playground, the girls pretended to be monkeys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRA4g4aLlGQ/TyK5boX1fpI/AAAAAAAADpc/UG-vtLmNV74/s320/P1010456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702323962549468818" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/8:  We finally started our homemade vanilla extract, after having the beans for weeks.  It is so simple, just drop some split-open beans into a bottle of vodka and let steep for several weeks, shaking every few days.  I can't wait for it to be ready to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WufRVHBroxM/TyK5cFysbnI/AAAAAAAADpo/J0Ei7rwzNpw/s320/P1010468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702323970446749298" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/10:  It's been a &lt;i&gt;slow &lt;/i&gt;month for crafts, after an almost-too-crafty December.  But I did manage to get these arm warmers made for my mom, to match her pullover.  I used the Katwise arm warmer &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88142756/arm-warmer-tutorial-diy-guide"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, which you should definitely buy because it's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_43YXnhQikc/TyK9e-dVNUI/AAAAAAAADp0/q7NifLq0vNU/s320/P1010475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702328418064217410" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;I spent a lot of time during this whole month reflecting on how wonderful our floor is compared to the carpet we used to have.  It was an early Christmas present from my awesome in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH4OxNSdoiQ/TyK9fNPpODI/AAAAAAAADqA/mH_q-Au_Sa4/s320/P1010479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702328422033340466" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;Robert continued to eat lots of potatoes and Cheerios and some bananas.  Bananas are his favorite thing to toss in the floor.  At least half his potatoes end up smeared all over him, in his seat, and thrown in the floor too.  But he &lt;i&gt;does &lt;/i&gt;eat a fair amount of them, as evidenced by his diapers (yuck).  Photo taken 1/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWDN_fghYfA/TyK9fjwiotI/AAAAAAAADqM/AQKhBpOXOj8/s320/P1010499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702328428076901074" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;1/13:  Suzi and Ivey watched &lt;i&gt;The Nutcracker, &lt;/i&gt;which we DVR'd in December, and then performed their own unique rendition, which was pretty entertaining as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsvn_EMd6BA/TyLACdl3NwI/AAAAAAAADqY/pDFi0v8CBRI/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702331226740176642" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;1/15:  I made a toy pick-up sticker chart for the girls to help them get into the habit of cleaning.  Not really my style, but I figured it was better than yelling at them.  When the first row of stickers was complete, their reward was baking and decorating a cake.  Mama and Daddy ate a lot of it too.  Yum!  The next reward is a special movie night with popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT34VHc4DhU/TyLACxJKFfI/AAAAAAAADqk/VNgU9OAonBY/s320/P1010577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702331231988487666" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;1/20:  Robert figured out how to push up onto his knees!  He now plays while sitting with his fat, adorable little feet sticking out from under his butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBpnBva4pcQ/TyLAEE0Tl7I/AAAAAAAADqw/UMq3UIS1bj8/s320/P1010585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702331254449608626" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;1/21:  We have to bathe the boy a lot more now that he's in the habit of coating himself in sweet potatoes on a daily basis.  He still hates it, screams, refuses to sit down in the water.  But he is so cute and cuddly &lt;i&gt;afterwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrLi2KsCwxo/TyLCNmnSWlI/AAAAAAAADrA/3LVU9ArT1BA/s320/P1010607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702333617163885138" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;1/24:  Allowing Ivey to feed the baby made such a mess, but it was totally worth it for the cuteness.  Suzi fed him, too.  She did a neater job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62SE5u8dLtE/TyLCN8G_-CI/AAAAAAAADrQ/MMGgNqtPqIY/s320/P1010609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702333622934042658" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not pictured:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/25:  Zonker day.  We spent about four hours at our favorite park letting the kids run out some energy and get some sunshine after several rainy days.  Our friends Baby Adelaide and her dad came to play too!  Then we went out to dinner with Daddy and bought Suzi some Beyblades and Ivey a Sing-a-ma-jig.  A wonderful day and the kids slept great that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/26:  Casserole day.  My mom and I went grocery shopping and then spent all day preparing a total of 12 casseroles (white chicken lasagna, pesto chicken penne, spaghetti bake, chicken pot pie).  While the kids wore Grandpa out. Full freezers, tired mamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a little bit of our month so far!  Now I'm off to spend some time with Ivey while the baby (hopefully) naps and Suzi plays at Grandma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-9098052336282820777?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9098052336282820777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=9098052336282820777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9098052336282820777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9098052336282820777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-we-did-in-january.html' title='What we did in January'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cJh6_NDhy8/TyKzXl6W8YI/AAAAAAAADoI/DCU8stp9jTs/s72-c/P1010282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-5925458216243915539</id><published>2012-01-09T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:00:13.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Bobber:  Nine months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Robert has changed a lot since my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-about-bobber.html" style="background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;last post about him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHu7gxB5oBw/TwuDfXiToKI/AAAAAAAADk8/AqGHPd80kYE/s320/P1010382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695790728657215650" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;1)  He's eating now. We usually give him YoBaby yogurt, applesauce, or sweet potatoes from Jordan's family's farm.  He eats at least a half a container of yogurt in a sitting.  He also eats Cheerios.  I bought a container of puffs from Earth Fare, but he actually seems to prefer the (off-brand) Cheerios.  Fine with me; they are cheaper anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEjku5bMBdM/TwuM9AhqHUI/AAAAAAAADls/sMlg-ebmf7k/s320/P1010211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695801133481205058" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;2) He still wins at hair, and we are still not cutting it.  It's wavy and sticks up in the front.  I love how even if you brush and slick it down, it pops back up.  It reminds me of character out of a Dr. Seuss book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjJFg5HFDqc/TwuJeD6leGI/AAAAAAAADlg/WFw3PpI8ZYo/s320/P1010089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695797303280236642" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;3)  Robert is not crawling yet, but he can scoot across the hard floor quite well.  What he lacks in coordination he makes up in upper body strength--reaching and pulling himself along with his arms.  He spends most of his play time on his belly, scooting around and looking at toys.  If he sees someone or something he wants, you see that excited look in his eye and then hear &lt;i&gt;slap-drag-slap-drag-slap-drag &lt;/i&gt;as he inches along the floor to get to it.  He also &lt;i&gt;loves &lt;/i&gt;to find small things in the floor to try to eat.  He loves to sink his gums into a good book.  One of his favorite hangouts is under his sisters' table because there tend to be crumbs there no matter how often we sweep.  It drives me nuts.  He gets plenty of floor time now, though.  Just today he figured out how to pull up on a chair to his knees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKVhibnHXow/TwuM9pyXFxI/AAAAAAAADl4/-nlJW4OP94s/s320/P1010461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695801144557115154" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;4) He still loves to cuddle, both with me in the rocking chair and in the Ergo with Daddy.  Oh, and also in bed at night.  It doesn't matter how asleep he is.  He can tell you've put him down and will usually wake up crying if you do.  Jordan and I take turns cuddling with him at night.  He gets passed back and forth several times, since he still nurses regularly at night and I'm the only one who can do that.  Sometimes I just want to sleep without him, but usually I don't really mind.  I know I'm going to miss all these cuddles when they're gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;5) Even though we tried putting him in the tub with his sisters to play and get washed, he continues to hate being in the water.  Shower, sink, tub--one is as repulsive as the other to Robert.  I feel so guilty washing him, but it has to be done occasionally!  I'm too embarrassed to say how long we've let him go between baths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;6) Robert is still sporting a gums-only grin.  People keep suggesting that he might be teething, but if he is he has yet to get a tooth to show for it.  I &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;his toothless smile though!  It's precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;7) We took him to the doctor December 28 for a checkup, and while he is doing great, he is a lightweight.  He has fallen off the chart a bit since we took him at a few weeks old, but the doctor wasn't that worried.  He told us to encourage more solids, and we are (see #1).  The same thing happened with Suzi at this age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;8) I can't remember exactly when it was, but Robert learned to say "Mama" at least a month ago and is now saying "Dada" too.  He currently says "Dada" more often, but when he is hungry or wants to cuddle and I don't pick him up fast enough, he calls for me.  &lt;i&gt;Mamama, uh Ma-mahhhh!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;Cuddle King.  Sweetest boy ever.  I heart my Bobber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(41, 17, 85); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFiXOhISGHs/TwuDf4L4a8I/AAAAAAAADlI/e9QDVfOvUAA/s320/P1010398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695790737421528002" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-5925458216243915539?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5925458216243915539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=5925458216243915539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5925458216243915539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5925458216243915539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2012/01/bobber-nine-months-old.html' title='Bobber:  Nine months old'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHu7gxB5oBw/TwuDfXiToKI/AAAAAAAADk8/AqGHPd80kYE/s72-c/P1010382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3495834372892135681</id><published>2012-01-06T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:30:04.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>How the New Year's Eve 5K went</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20mCfwaNmeY/TwX51gvHN3I/AAAAAAAADkw/KF6ENkKSg18/s1600/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20mCfwaNmeY/TwX51gvHN3I/AAAAAAAADkw/KF6ENkKSg18/s320/P1010272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694232001595783026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few minutes after finishing, just before midnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran the whole thing!  My official time was 32:34, and I finished about in the middle of the pack.  It was great--definitely the coolest way I've ever spent New Year's Eve!  I'm so thankful for First Flight.  The hard part now will be staying motivated and continuing to run.  The next race is not for a long time, and First Flight isn't meeting for a few weeks.  I am also getting tired of running around my hilly little neighborhood, and need to find a better place to go.  I want Jordan to run with me, but Robert makes that hard.  We might buy another jogging stroller when we get our tax refund.  We had one and weren't using it so we sold it.  Oops!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDBdcneayck/TwX51D5LumI/AAAAAAAADkk/KOu71GiScu4/s320/P1010266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694231993853393506" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blurry pic of me crossing the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdaPJxsTiIA/TwX50i-vvaI/AAAAAAAADkY/po98sFVSoYw/s1600/P1010270.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdaPJxsTiIA/TwX50i-vvaI/AAAAAAAADkY/po98sFVSoYw/s320/P1010270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694231985018355106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and dad kept the girls for the night, but Jordan came with me and held the baby.  He had a bad cold, too.  Poor sweet Jordy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I wasn't going to write about this, but...  Have you ever been in a race and realized you were the pacesetter for someone else?  A lot of the people who ran the Resolution Run didn't run the whole thing.  30+ minutes is a long time to run if you aren't used to it, so some people alternated running and walking.  There was this one (really skinny, taller, younger) girl who was ahead of me, and about a mile in she started taking walking breaks.  I was running at a pretty constant pace.  Whenever I'd get past her, two seconds later she'd start running again and would get ahead of me.  This happened at least five times.  Finally I think she got ahead of me by a minute or two and I didn't see her again, which was fine.  It happened to a lesser extent with a pair of runners who finished a couple of minutes after I did.  Anyway, it sort of psyched me out during the race.  I'm not sure why.  I mean, I was trying to run my own race but they were distracting!  Also, I may have done this same thing to someone else a couple of months ago in a longer walk/run and now I feel like a jerk.  Is this a common thing?  I might need horse blinders or hypnosis for next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3495834372892135681?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3495834372892135681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3495834372892135681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3495834372892135681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3495834372892135681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-new-years-eve-5k-went.html' title='How the New Year&apos;s Eve 5K went'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20mCfwaNmeY/TwX51gvHN3I/AAAAAAAADkw/KF6ENkKSg18/s72-c/P1010272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4063185441520383082</id><published>2012-01-05T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:53:58.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Suzi:  Little girl, big imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfA0TDtAxs/TwXuqofPSXI/AAAAAAAADkM/FM_ZMzYcbjk/s1600/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUJKxmUOuJ8/TwXZv6AsHrI/AAAAAAAADjo/VQg9M_5Xlfw/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694196720929087154" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the long-awaited Suzi post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Suzi, my firstborn.  If ever there were a lesson in learning to &lt;i&gt;discover &lt;/i&gt;your child, and not try to mold them into a preconceived notion, Suzi is it.  And I am so glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of our mid-pregnancy ultrasound, Jordan and I invited my parents along to find out if we were having a boy or a girl.  When the announcement was made, I said "YYYYES!"  I envisioned a future of teensy jewelry and little pink baby shoes and a lavender nursery with lots of pink stuff in it.  I thought of all the girly stuff I liked as a child and dreamed of sharing it all with my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first Halloween we dressed her as a tiger, but I tied bows onto the ears so people would know she was a &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; tiger.  We dressed her in frilly dresses and put bows in her hair for a while.  But soon she started to develop her own unique fashion sense.  She wanted to wear pants, not skirts or dresses.  Nothing too girly.  Eventually she began requesting clothes that were &lt;i&gt;boy-ish.  &lt;/i&gt;She finds fault with so many girls' clothes, even the shirts and pants, that I sometimes just buy boy's stuff for her.  This Halloween she asked me to make her a Musketeer costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7rOjqhDeRw/TwXZvXfSEwI/AAAAAAAADjc/Gc2kpxkfeJU/s320/DSCN7209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694196711662162690" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While most little girls pretend to be the mommy or princess, Suzi is the daddy or the prince.  She puts on a deep voice, brandishes a play sword and hums dramatic music as she rescues Ivey from a dragon.  She watches &lt;i&gt;Tangled &lt;/i&gt;and assigns Ivey the role of Rapunzel.  Suzi is "Flem" Rider (Eugene).  And the best part of all this is that she's a &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;actor.  She commits.  She took a drama class recently and I think she might grow into it and want to be in some plays when she's a bit older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She makes herself costumes.  Rain boots are a staple, whether she is playing Santa or a prince or several other things.  She ties a scarf or playsilk around her neck and calls it her tie.  Sometimes she wears long ties, and sometimes she prefers a bowtie.  In fact, on my crafting to-do list is a set of bowties for Suzi.  Her favorite plaything is the basket of dress-up clothes we keep in the bottom of our hall closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suzi's other main interests are drawing and writing.  I started her out on Oak Meadow's kindergarten curriculum.  We did a letter a week with review weeks every three letters.  The thing is, Suzi already knows most of the letters and is itching to spell words.  My mom works with her when she's at her house, and Suzi will take off on her own, writing a bunch of letters and a few short words in her free time.  After learning that tricky Z, she can write her name.  Her other favorite words to write:  Ivey, toy and "at" words.  My mom made her a little book of words ending in "at."  Once when we were in the dollar store she begged for a Toy Story word search book and we bought it for her, figuring she could at least color in it even though it was really for an older child.  Instead, she took it and began copying the words out of it--long words--and then asked us what she had written.  She loves to write the word &lt;i&gt;sister.  &lt;/i&gt;I think for her official kindergarten year of homeschooling I am going to use the Oak Meadow science, math, health, and other activities we haven't done yet and unschool/supplement if necessary for reading and writing.  If we let her lead the way, we'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juVP7_AhZy0/TwXZxuzbzmI/AAAAAAAADkA/Ylkgv6lQgys/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694196752280440418" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sympathy note for Ivey, who had bumped her nose on the stairs.  Suzi asked us how to spell the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What perhaps stands out to me most about Suzi is her love for creating.  She draws constantly, and if she sees me taking something out of a box, or throwing something away, she will ask if she can have the item being discarded.  She dresses her stuffed animals and herself in scraps of wool left over from my sewing projects.  She turns cardboard boxes into cars and all sorts of things.  Every day at least once I hear, "can I have that (thing going in the trash/recycling)?"  It can be my spaceship!"  Or a car, or a present, or a bed for Shroom, which is another story.  On Christmas Eve, all by herself, she drew everyone a doll or a toy soldier, folded them up and asked me for the materials to individually wrap them.  She is so thoughtful and loves to bring joy to others with her art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0YTw74yu94/TwXZwcVH1aI/AAAAAAAADj4/wEYHL6xfEJQ/s320/P1000067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694196730141595042" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Grandma - a toy soldier under a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The flip side?  She has never gotten excited over being led through a specific craft project or helping in a prescribed manner in the kitchen.  She'll do it, but she much prefers to do her own thing and that has taken some getting used to for me and, even more, for my mom.  Who doesn't want their little granddaughter to don an apron and spend some quality time learning Grandma's favorite cookie recipe?  It's okay, though.  Her imagination, individuality and natural drive to create are going to take her places.  With Suzi, my most important role is to protect and nurture these gifts.  Doing a better job of that is one of my goals for the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfA0TDtAxs/TwXuqofPSXI/AAAAAAAADkM/FM_ZMzYcbjk/s320/P1010181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694219720070220146" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That curly little head is full of beautiful ideas just waiting to be born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4063185441520383082?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4063185441520383082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4063185441520383082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4063185441520383082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4063185441520383082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2012/01/suzi-little-girl-big-imagination.html' title='Suzi:  Little girl, big imagination'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUJKxmUOuJ8/TwXZv6AsHrI/AAAAAAAADjo/VQg9M_5Xlfw/s72-c/P1010012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7350670278846158263</id><published>2011-12-31T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:42:40.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>I'm running a 5K tonight!</title><content type='html'>You should see my "edit posts" list.  It's full of half-finished things that I started to write because I was the only one awake and thought it'd be a good time to gather my thoughts.  Then the kids woke up and started fighting, the baby wanted me to nurse him, I had to go fix breakfast and then clean up after it, the phone rang...  When I come back to half-written posts I often start wondering why I started writing them at all.  Who wants to read it anyway?  Does anyone care?  Should I feel guilty for sitting here writing when the chores I should be doing are absolutely endless?  That is how this, the patchiest season of my blog since I started it in 2007, happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some things I really want to remember, though, like how nervous-excited I am about tonight.  It's New Year's Eve and tonight I'm running a 5K!  I've run one before.  A few, actually, but I was 14 years old.  At least one of them sucked, BIG TIME.  The one that was really awful I ran as the slowest competing member of our high school cross country team.  It was at a nearby school with a confusing course.  It was like, "go around the track twice, through the nature trail, over that bridge, around the band field, back through the nature trail, around the school..."  I can't find my way out of a wet paper bag.  Damned if I can remember a bunch of detailed instructions when I am busy just trying to get enough oxygen to my muscles so I don't collapse.  I lagged behind the other runners, and with no one to follow and no volunteers directing I had no idea where I was going.  It was so sad.  I cried.  I'm not sure if I ever finished that one.  If I did, it took me a ridiculously long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The races got better and eventually I was keeping up with the others.  When the season was over I realized what good shape I was in.  It was awesome.  I didn't go back the next season because I wanted to devote my time to Junior ROTC activities instead, and I haven't run a 5K since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are now.  I am 27.  I have had three babies and gained about 30 pounds since I was 14.  If you had told me last year that my final act of 2011 would be to finish a 5K...  No.  That wasn't on my radar.  I started running at the end of September because of a local running group called &lt;a href="http://yourfirstflight.org/"&gt;First Flight&lt;/a&gt;.  The wonderful volunteers come out and run with us &lt;i&gt;for free &lt;/i&gt;at a local track, leading us through a program similar to Couch to 5K.  The first time I went was week three of the season.  The longest we had to run without a walking break was three minutes, and I could barely do it.  I started having bad knee pain, and though I finally did finish a 7K walk/run at the end of October, I had to take a long break after that.  The chiropractor helped me get back to normal and I started back the next season.  Two days ago I went to the track and ran almost exactly the length of the race, 3.1 miles, in under 36 minutes.  Not fast.  But when I think about what a struggle it was three months ago to run &lt;i&gt;slow&lt;/i&gt; for just three minutes without stopping, this is a mountain I have climbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do it so I can keep up with all the fun my kids want to have.  I want to run with them someday.  I want to be one of those 70-year-old women who is still running.  It's also a challenge, something to be proud of, and a healthy addiction to replace the junk food that was there before.  I've lost five pounds and a jean size since I started, and that's nice too, but my children are my main inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I ran at 14 I had no frame of reference.  It was pretty much the hardest thing I'd done up to that time.  Now when I run I think about birth.  I think, &lt;i&gt;this is really hard.  My legs are burning and my heart might beat out of my chest.  I could just stop now and it would be a huge relief.  &lt;/i&gt;But then I look at my watch.  I remember the intensity of waiting for my babies, the amazing work looming ahead of me and not knowing how long it would last.  I gazed off, zoned out, got it done.  If I could do that, I know I can finish a run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The race starts at 11:00 tonight.  At the finish line there will be Jordan taking my picture and Baby Bobber ready to nurse and once I get home we will drink champagne and celebrate resolutions begun before the ball ever dropped.  I will have done it and it's going to be amazing.  Deep breaths.  I can do this.  And I'm not going to get lost this time, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7350670278846158263?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7350670278846158263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7350670278846158263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7350670278846158263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7350670278846158263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-running-5k-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m running a 5K tonight!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-8948902439799607891</id><published>2011-11-28T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:20:49.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>An Ivey update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDQuNA5cwU/TtOG_Qex7nI/AAAAAAAADjQ/lOc6xKOw_gs/s1600/DSCN7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDQuNA5cwU/TtOG_Qex7nI/AAAAAAAADjQ/lOc6xKOw_gs/s320/DSCN7513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680031976358276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD_xRDNbNEI/TtOFVjhs0_I/AAAAAAAADiE/NQnQIXMJarE/s1600/DSCN7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sweet Ivey is about two years and three months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  She talks a lot, quite clearly, but still has her own cute little way of saying certain things.  It's a bittersweet feeling for me when she learns to say another one of them correctly.  In the past month or two she started calling one of her friends "Chawis" instead of "Kess."  A couple of my other favorites:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ponyo &lt;/span&gt;is her favorite movie, and she sometimes says "I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sos-cake!" &lt;/span&gt;(it's really Sosuke, pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soskay&lt;/span&gt;).  One of her favorite phrases from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story &lt;/span&gt;is "evil doctah porkchock!"  The girls have a Seven Dwarves set they play with at my parents' house and at some point Ivey learned to cross her arms, frown and say in a deep voice, "I'm gwumpy."  Oh, and &lt;a href="http://bunsinmyoven.com/2010/04/13/granola-bars/"&gt;granola bars&lt;/a&gt; (which we are having for breakfast this morning!) are "L-bars."  But my absolute favorite right now is what she says when she wants someone to go away and leave her alone.  She made it up herself, and says it in her meanest, roughest voice:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMACK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuLM9e6cbgA/TtOFV0YsMcI/AAAAAAAADiQ/E-m-eb6TpCA/s1600/DSCN7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuLM9e6cbgA/TtOFV0YsMcI/AAAAAAAADiQ/E-m-eb6TpCA/s320/DSCN7201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680030164930277826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivey and her Ponyo doll I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Between Suzi and Ivey, there's hardly a meal I can fix that they'll both eat.  They both love cheese, noodles, apples, grapes and dessert.  That's about it.  I'm hoping Ivey's pickiness is just a short phase!  It popped up around the time she turned two.  Previously she was our child who loved to eat lots of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ivey's been keeping Suzi up at night.  We put them to bed together, and then we hear Suzi saying "Aah!  Ivey!  Quit poking me!"  Some nights we have to let Suzi sleep in our bed until they both fall asleep, and then we move her back in with Ivey.  It's getting better, though, because Ivey misses Suzi and wants her to stay.  It's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My favorite qualities of Ivey's are her strength and determination.  She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to stand up for herself or do something difficult to get it.  The persistence that sometimes inconveniences us now will someday serve her, and others, well.  When I envision her at 20, these are the qualities I want her to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) She will drop what she's doing to feed the dog, get me a wipe and diaper so I can change the baby, or turn on the music for Robert on his Jumperoo.  She also picks up toys pretty well when asked.  So helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I should have mentioned it sooner, but we stopped breastfeeding.  I guess it was around 25 months, when it seemed she had forgotten how to do it correctly and rarely asked anyway.  After she'd gone a few days without asking I started offering her a book and a cuddle instead.  She occasionally asks to nurse still, but I decline and she is okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) She is really good at doing a fishy face.  None of us can do it like she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-234hxt6JjDE/TtOFXeRa9-I/AAAAAAAADio/itkuhUHfDtg/s1600/DSCN7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-234hxt6JjDE/TtOFXeRa9-I/AAAAAAAADio/itkuhUHfDtg/s320/DSCN7369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680030193353947106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She puckers up, and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_yCVbKqtX58/TtOFYd0dqpI/AAAAAAAADi0/1H6_fbhYuek/s1600/DSCN7372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_yCVbKqtX58/TtOFYd0dqpI/AAAAAAAADi0/1H6_fbhYuek/s320/DSCN7372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680030210412358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smack!  Fishy kiss!  I love those fishy kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Plus, could she look any cuter in those piggy pajamas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ivey loves to cook.  She whips up delicious pretend dinners for us in the toy kitchen and brings them to us to eat.  The names are never anything we can understand.  When she sees me making something in the kitchen, she is quick to offer her help.  I daydream about someday having a child who wants to cook us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD_xRDNbNEI/TtOFVjhs0_I/AAAAAAAADiE/NQnQIXMJarE/s1600/DSCN7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD_xRDNbNEI/TtOFVjhs0_I/AAAAAAAADiE/NQnQIXMJarE/s320/DSCN7049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680030160404665330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivey's Halloween costume.  She wanted to be Dixie the Dachshund (our dog who lives with Grandma and Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v52xDQ4cgnU/TtOFWhUWbJI/AAAAAAAADic/-1tp5intQnk/s1600/DSCN7365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v52xDQ4cgnU/TtOFWhUWbJI/AAAAAAAADic/-1tp5intQnk/s320/DSCN7365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680030176991669394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She came downstairs like this one day, looking like she was wearing a crinoline slip under her dress.  Turns out it was a tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zUshxt2LIs/TtOG_AcG7GI/AAAAAAAADjE/txetedRnGGg/s1600/DSCN7464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zUshxt2LIs/TtOG_AcG7GI/AAAAAAAADjE/txetedRnGGg/s320/DSCN7464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680031972052102242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ivey working side by side on crafts and drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A post about Suzi is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-8948902439799607891?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8948902439799607891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=8948902439799607891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8948902439799607891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8948902439799607891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/11/ivey-update.html' title='An Ivey update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDQuNA5cwU/TtOG_Qex7nI/AAAAAAAADjQ/lOc6xKOw_gs/s72-c/DSCN7513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2717831764449119621</id><published>2011-11-17T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:01:13.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>All about Bobber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIAJ063RVkg/TsUY7nlqHpI/AAAAAAAADhg/6b0vd2CcRzQ/s1600/DSCN7291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIAJ063RVkg/TsUY7nlqHpI/AAAAAAAADhg/6b0vd2CcRzQ/s320/DSCN7291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675970317888659090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert in the gnome hat I made him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffSjKVfoxcY/TsUY7VdA9GI/AAAAAAAADhU/cAzSqxQ7nQw/s1600/DSCN7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started this blog when Suzi was a few months old, it's served as a baby book for my kids.  But Robert is my third child and I've really slacked off on keeping up with his milestones and things!  It's hard to find time to blog, especially now that I'm also into Facebook and just discovered Pinterest (which is fantastic by the way).  So anyway, today I thought I'd write a Robert update.  He just turned seven months old November 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  The first week of November sometime, we gave Robert some mashed up sweet potatoes (from Jordan's family's farm--yummy).  He smushed them around with his hands and when we tried to put them in his mouth he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you guys are so weird!  That's what milk is for!  &lt;/span&gt;However, he will happily gum down a large apple slice or carrot.  Fine with me.  We'll try again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Robert wins at hair.  It is curly-wavy and long on top.  Jordan says we'll have to cut it soon, but I say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's like I hadn't noticed that Bobber is no longer a newborn.  He nurses all the time like he's a newborn.  And he wants to be held all the time like he's a newborn!  But yesterday I had a Norwex party and my friend brought over her sweet baby girl who is about three days younger than Robert.  (Robert &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liked &lt;/span&gt;her, by the way!  And she attended his &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/roberts-birth-part-one-ordinary.html"&gt;birth&lt;/a&gt;, as her still-pregnant mommy came as a midwife apprentice.  Cool, right?)  Well, Terri was all over the place, crawling, sitting up on her own, pulling up on furniture.  Robert does none of these things.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;sit up, but every time I try to sit him in the floor he straightens his very strong legs and makes me lay him down instead.  I decided that maybe I haven't given him enough floor time.  A rowdy two-year-old sister running all around will curtail that pretty quick.  I'm going to start encouraging him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etHeFH8vnl8/TsUY8aNpH_I/AAAAAAAADh4/fSYn-PB-84I/s1600/DSCN7443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etHeFH8vnl8/TsUY8aNpH_I/AAAAAAAADh4/fSYn-PB-84I/s320/DSCN7443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675970331478138866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  A happy baby boy sitting in the floor, right?  About two minutes after this pic was taken, he reared back and whacked his little head.  Which required nursing and cuddles.  He does this regularly, and then the next time I try to sit him in the floor he is understandably skittish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The boy loves to cuddle.  He has started to spend somewhat reasonable amounts of time out-of-arms in the Jumperoo and even sometimes on his belly scooting around in the floor.  But he prefers to be cuddling, especially if he is nursing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;cuddling.  I like it too.  Our cuddling time, when he falls asleep, is my Facebook/Pinterest time.  He also loves being on Daddy's back in the Ergo.  And guess what?  Mommy loves that, too.  Soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffSjKVfoxcY/TsUY7VdA9GI/AAAAAAAADhU/cAzSqxQ7nQw/s1600/DSCN7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffSjKVfoxcY/TsUY7VdA9GI/AAAAAAAADhU/cAzSqxQ7nQw/s320/DSCN7134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675970313020568674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He hates baths.  Screams through them.  We usually take him in the shower and just wash him as fast as we can, poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) No teeth yet.  It's no big deal; I just thought I'd make a note of it so we can remember later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bobber is not a big guy.  Kind of medium, I guess--we'll find out his weight when he goes for his checkup sometime this month.  His friend Baby Crayon who was born several months later is about his same weight.  I held Crayon the other day and it feels so strange, because he feels about Robert's size but just sits there when you hold him.  Robert flails his arms and legs and tries to leap out of your arms or stand up in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrtHC_YXOB0/TsUY8KjFTBI/AAAAAAAADhs/emmE9-hjFgM/s1600/DSCN7292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrtHC_YXOB0/TsUY8KjFTBI/AAAAAAAADhs/emmE9-hjFgM/s320/DSCN7292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675970327273098258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love this sweet little boy.  In the next week or so I'll try to get updates posted for the girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2717831764449119621?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2717831764449119621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2717831764449119621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2717831764449119621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2717831764449119621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-about-bobber.html' title='All about Bobber'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIAJ063RVkg/TsUY7nlqHpI/AAAAAAAADhg/6b0vd2CcRzQ/s72-c/DSCN7291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1563835226829592442</id><published>2011-10-20T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:40:46.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Review:  Prima Princessa presents Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0sy6DpfZbQ/Tpt_aRTm4jI/AAAAAAAADfo/w7mGeCh8cPA/s1600/primaprincessasb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0sy6DpfZbQ/Tpt_aRTm4jI/AAAAAAAADfo/w7mGeCh8cPA/s320/primaprincessasb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664261045647499826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had already reviewed two &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-prima-princessa-presents.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2010/06/review-prima-princessa-presents-swan.html"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://primaprincessa.com/"&gt;Prima Princessa&lt;/a&gt;, and we loved them, so I was happy to get a copy of this one to review.  It did not disappoint.  I think this one may even be the girls' favorite, because the story is somewhat familiar and it involves a prince and princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prima-Princessa-Presents-Sleeping-Beauty/dp/B0050FYLIW"&gt;Prima Princessa presents Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt; follows the same format of Prima Princessa's previous productions in that it features a shortened version of a ballet, performed this time by the Royal Ballet from London.   Between segments of the ballet, dance steps  are demonstrated by ballet students and then viewers are encouraged to  try the steps and dance along with the children on the DVD.  The  programs are arranged specifically to hold the attention of young  children.  They can enjoy watching a ballet and learning about dance  whether or not they can attend a live performance or participate in a  dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbzRlOBZqqk/Tpt_bwhYeII/AAAAAAAADgQ/-VuKS0WJLjI/s1600/DSCN6946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbzRlOBZqqk/Tpt_bwhYeII/AAAAAAAADgQ/-VuKS0WJLjI/s320/DSCN6946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664261071206643842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted to get involved in this one.  Suzi, who barely touches anything girlish these days, felt moved to run upstairs and fish a pink tutu out of the dress-up basket.  I took about 30 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92x2gxLc1tk/Tpt_ckME9wI/AAAAAAAADgY/4rinaQ79J0k/s1600/DSCN6939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92x2gxLc1tk/Tpt_ckME9wI/AAAAAAAADgY/4rinaQ79J0k/s320/DSCN6939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664261085075928834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0fLVNZxYXw/Tpt_bhJFiXI/AAAAAAAADgA/S4-it4gahps/s1600/DSCN6947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0fLVNZxYXw/Tpt_bhJFiXI/AAAAAAAADgA/S4-it4gahps/s320/DSCN6947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664261067078207858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivey wanted to play too.  She grabbed the tutu, put it on herself and pranced around the living room in circles saying "I Aroya!  I Aroya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1I3bV1fyeA/Tpt_aj-DgKI/AAAAAAAADf4/rE5wWgwNewM/s1600/DSCN6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1I3bV1fyeA/Tpt_aj-DgKI/AAAAAAAADf4/rE5wWgwNewM/s320/DSCN6961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664261050657374370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they both loved watching the ballerinas in Sleeping Beauty.  I enjoyed it too, as it's much more pleasant to hear and watch than almost any kids' show and encourages them to get off the couch and move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Prima Princessa presents Sleeping Beauty has a little something extra at the end--arts and crafts, a tea party, and acting demonstrations.  My girls were happy to see the DVD keep going after the ballet was over.  The cute craft ideas were my favorite (and there are more &lt;a href="http://www.tutuzone.com/craft-ideas-for-kids/"&gt;craft ideas on their Tutuzone website&lt;/a&gt;).  Since we are homeschooling, we frequently enjoy making things together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the entertainment and fun activities this video provides, the price cannot be beat.  It can be purchased &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prima-Princessa-Presents-Sleeping-Beauty/dp/B0050FYLIW"&gt;here on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.  I think it'd be especially good to save for a rainy day or a playdate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1563835226829592442?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1563835226829592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1563835226829592442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1563835226829592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1563835226829592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/10/review-prima-princessa-presents.html' title='Review:  Prima Princessa presents Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0sy6DpfZbQ/Tpt_aRTm4jI/AAAAAAAADfo/w7mGeCh8cPA/s72-c/primaprincessasb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-197172108912333653</id><published>2011-10-06T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:28:03.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='add'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>When zoning out is a useful skill</title><content type='html'>A couple of friends posted on Facebook recently about &lt;a href="http://yourfirstflight.org/index.php"&gt;First Flight&lt;/a&gt;, an organization that helps people who aren't necessarily athletic to become runners.  I've tried running before.  It never stuck.  But when I saw my friends posting photos of themselves decked out in colorful running gear, grinning before a 5K, I thought maybe I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;want to run again.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;the idea that because I am no longer a child, and now have children of my own, I have missed a chance.  I never lost all the weight I gained with Robert, and sometimes I feel weak and tired. I want to be able to keep up with my kids as they grow and ask me to play tag or go hiking.  So I went to First Flight.  They are starting us out slow and working us up to running a 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was hard, but good. &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; and I had jumped in on week 3 of training, and the most we ran without walking breaks was three minutes.  I did all the running but struggled to keep up.  When I started running on my own I tried using my iPod, and it helped.  I could turn on my favorite fast-paced music and focus on it.  I think this is why I've never liked talking to people while I run.  It brings me back into the real world where I am tired and my legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of Robert's birth, for which I had taken a class to, in a sophisticated way, perfect my oft-discouraged zoning talent.  In Hypnobabies, we listened to scripts for relaxation and self-hypnosis.  We practiced, and for various stages of the birth there were special scripts to listen to.  We never played them, though.  &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/roberts-birth-part-two-i-have-place.html"&gt;Robert was born&lt;/a&gt; without a lot of commotion--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;unlike &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/suzis-birth-story-eight-months-late.html"&gt;Suzi's hospital birth&lt;/a&gt;, at which I had yet to perfect my zoning and it was discouraged, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2gqC987yPQ/To2cd5dvxOI/AAAAAAAADfg/4F-Y-QhLnAQ/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2gqC987yPQ/To2cd5dvxOI/AAAAAAAADfg/4F-Y-QhLnAQ/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660352344130307298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am totally zoned out here, minutes away from meeting Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This skill is quite helpful with running.  I pick a tree or cloud to stare through and fall into a rhythm with whatever is playing on my iPod.  It helps me run longer and a little faster.  If I didn't have this capability I probably wouldn't run at all.  When I am done running I feel great.  I am happier and have more patience with my kids.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also think regular zoning-while-running will help me greatly if we ever have another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So to all those teachers who got on my case for zoning, which is basically the only thing I ever did to get in trouble in school:  See how wrong you were?  In our homeschool, The Lost Art of Zoning will be a required class.  We will do totally aimless painting, listen to music, walk, run, jump on the trampoline, and stare out the window at the pretty clouds and trees.  I bet having a designated time to do it will improve focus when it is necessary, like during math.  This is a God-given capability and we must have it for a reason.  I know I am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you zone?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has it ever been useful to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'll be back soon with pictures of the kids and more about my new running adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-197172108912333653?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/197172108912333653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=197172108912333653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/197172108912333653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/197172108912333653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-zoning-out-is-useful-skill.html' title='When zoning out is a useful skill'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2gqC987yPQ/To2cd5dvxOI/AAAAAAAADfg/4F-Y-QhLnAQ/s72-c/IMG_1838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2827586028602666952</id><published>2011-09-20T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:09:33.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Need a good reason to buy a serger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/57955143/upcycled-sweater-tutorial-by-katwise-elf?ref=pr_shop"&gt;Here ya go&lt;/a&gt;.  It's an elf sweater coat tutorial by Katwise.  You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a coat I made just before the tutorial came out.  I used my regular sewing machine and did some of it by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFYVppa38XI/Tmdy9ZZ46rI/AAAAAAAADdg/vcbx4bUKfNY/s1600/DSCN6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFYVppa38XI/Tmdy9ZZ46rI/AAAAAAAADdg/vcbx4bUKfNY/s320/DSCN6081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649610656676637362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgCwZwQGElI/Tmdy9LWt-4I/AAAAAAAADdY/AjFCneIiXXA/s1600/DSCN6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgCwZwQGElI/Tmdy9LWt-4I/AAAAAAAADdY/AjFCneIiXXA/s320/DSCN6073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649610652905241474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy with it.  But here are some of the things Kat's tutorial has inspired me to make, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnqfHH5OItY/Tmdy827Y2lI/AAAAAAAADdQ/8Bckt0KPunU/s1600/DSCN6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnqfHH5OItY/Tmdy827Y2lI/AAAAAAAADdQ/8Bckt0KPunU/s320/DSCN6550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649610647421901394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9lbYWk2btQ/Tmdy89CqigI/AAAAAAAADdI/c8sjC-l5wvQ/s1600/DSCN6545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9lbYWk2btQ/Tmdy89CqigI/AAAAAAAADdI/c8sjC-l5wvQ/s320/DSCN6545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649610649063033346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZVrmf-WsWY/Tmdy8qvKXwI/AAAAAAAADdA/fAgxjUGoafM/s1600/DSCN6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZVrmf-WsWY/Tmdy8qvKXwI/AAAAAAAADdA/fAgxjUGoafM/s320/DSCN6543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649610644149395202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGsF-eo3Y6s/TmdwNDcQDAI/AAAAAAAADc4/zBWzXcWOU7Q/s1600/DSCN6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGsF-eo3Y6s/TmdwNDcQDAI/AAAAAAAADc4/zBWzXcWOU7Q/s320/DSCN6527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649607627123985410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9KZgX_m1Wc/TmdwM0Rdd8I/AAAAAAAADcw/Fhms4nzMUfU/s1600/DSCN6474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9KZgX_m1Wc/TmdwM0Rdd8I/AAAAAAAADcw/Fhms4nzMUfU/s320/DSCN6474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649607623052195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB2MBVxOyos/TmdwMjXNVYI/AAAAAAAADco/Lc5OwOtFQyw/s1600/DSCN6450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB2MBVxOyos/TmdwMjXNVYI/AAAAAAAADco/Lc5OwOtFQyw/s320/DSCN6450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649607618512901506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI7VGbrK4vk/TmdwMQEVjcI/AAAAAAAADcg/Db7gjzRO78E/s1600/DSCN6429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI7VGbrK4vk/TmdwMQEVjcI/AAAAAAAADcg/Db7gjzRO78E/s320/DSCN6429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649607613333474754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq5ayLzRIUQ/TmdkWJXnEpI/AAAAAAAADcQ/rqdm3csDjTk/s1600/DSCN6775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq5ayLzRIUQ/TmdkWJXnEpI/AAAAAAAADcQ/rqdm3csDjTk/s320/DSCN6775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649594589194424978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTOEW_98BgY/TmdkV7NGK8I/AAAAAAAADcI/SBIi23biBos/s1600/DSCN6772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTOEW_98BgY/TmdkV7NGK8I/AAAAAAAADcI/SBIi23biBos/s320/DSCN6772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649594585392229314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evPGdlXXXXM/TmdkVoxe_OI/AAAAAAAADcA/cwYwYG7M5xU/s1600/DSCN6770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evPGdlXXXXM/TmdkVoxe_OI/AAAAAAAADcA/cwYwYG7M5xU/s320/DSCN6770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649594580444576994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTaIW2IDhU/TmdkVu0EEEI/AAAAAAAADb4/OyF65x-A0VM/s1600/DSCN6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTaIW2IDhU/TmdkVu0EEEI/AAAAAAAADb4/OyF65x-A0VM/s320/DSCN6762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649594582066008130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44PgS_0edrA/TmdkVAunJwI/AAAAAAAADbw/ewyKclU2aHc/s1600/DSCN6760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44PgS_0edrA/TmdkVAunJwI/AAAAAAAADbw/ewyKclU2aHc/s320/DSCN6760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649594569695110914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you enjoy sewing at all, especially thrifty sewing, buy that tutorial.  It is so fun and inspirational and worth many times what she is charging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, I will be stocking an Etsy shop soon because I can't stop making stuff.  Right now we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so close &lt;/span&gt;to finishing our flooring project, and all my sewing supplies are jumbled everywhere so I can't make anything.  That is not a fun feeling for me.  Also, the house is in such a state of disorder that I couldn't possibly homeschool in it.  I am working to get it back to somewhat normal today and we will pick back up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new floor is lovely.  We decided to go with laminate, after discovering how soft bamboo is.  Our kids would've wrecked it in a heartbeat.  We are just inches away from having the floor completely in (we need a whole new box because of a couple of damaged boards), and then there are a few finishing touches we'll do this week.  But the nasty carpet is out--yay!  And it looks so bright and new.  I was inspired to move the furniture back to the walls to make more of an open space, and when I get my serger set back up, I'm going to make something new called a floor sled.  Doesn't that sound fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with pictures of the floor and the sled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2827586028602666952?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2827586028602666952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2827586028602666952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2827586028602666952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2827586028602666952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/09/need-good-reason-to-buy-serger.html' title='Need a good reason to buy a serger?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFYVppa38XI/Tmdy9ZZ46rI/AAAAAAAADdg/vcbx4bUKfNY/s72-c/DSCN6081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7825818224825677443</id><published>2011-09-10T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:16:00.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>We are not bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jocRxZAnO4s/TmtvdSXEkRI/AAAAAAAADfI/RiZPQqia-u0/s1600/DSCN6781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jocRxZAnO4s/TmtvdSXEkRI/AAAAAAAADfI/RiZPQqia-u0/s320/DSCN6781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650732706401915154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(It is never boring over here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to neglect my blog for so long.  We go through seasons of energy and perseverance, then seasons of feeling overwhelmed and not knowing where to start.  Right now we are trying to work our way out of the latter.  It's just kind of hard to clear our physical and mental space for homeschooling when I haven't had time or energy to clean properly and all the toys have been dragged into the floor and Robert is crying to be picked up.  After days like that I just haven't felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's Saturday and Jordan is currently walking Robert around in the Ergo, I thought I'd post a quick update and lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Suzi.  We are enjoying homeschooling, although I am still getting used to it.  These photos are from last week, which was B week.  We read Goldilocks and the Three Bears, did lots of butterfly stuff, and also talked about the number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKI9a05_U14/Tmtq-q2dcxI/AAAAAAAADeg/DTku9oVfLNI/s1600/DSCN6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKI9a05_U14/Tmtq-q2dcxI/AAAAAAAADeg/DTku9oVfLNI/s320/DSCN6665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727782353564434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(She made this butterfly, which has extra-large antennae, for Aiden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWCCFylAhJ8/Tmtq-Bz8L1I/AAAAAAAADeQ/ZZvVC1Fi3Ng/s1600/DSCN6615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWCCFylAhJ8/Tmtq-Bz8L1I/AAAAAAAADeQ/ZZvVC1Fi3Ng/s320/DSCN6615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727771337142098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(We are so happy to have &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; to share our first homeschool year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR7e8NIGs6Q/TmtlWe0WiNI/AAAAAAAADeA/lX5UwW-38U4/s1600/DSCN6599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR7e8NIGs6Q/TmtlWe0WiNI/AAAAAAAADeA/lX5UwW-38U4/s320/DSCN6599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650721594370590930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXfL01GKBbY/Tmtq-SK6mSI/AAAAAAAADeY/VzCxctLHpJ0/s1600/DSCN6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXfL01GKBbY/Tmtq-SK6mSI/AAAAAAAADeY/VzCxctLHpJ0/s320/DSCN6629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727775728474402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was supposed to be C week but it was a total bust.  We got frustrated and stressed and are going to start over fresh Monday.  And we can do that.  If we did one lesson a week with no breaks we'd be done by the end of April--way early.  Suzi is also doing soccer with her friend Aiden.  She likes it better than dance, and I feel good knowing that no one is going to spring a frilly tutu on her at the end.  That's why she quit dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1q2dBPMW1DU/TmtrAW_DMsI/AAAAAAAADeo/vSlvcLDojXI/s1600/DSCN6703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1q2dBPMW1DU/TmtrAW_DMsI/AAAAAAAADeo/vSlvcLDojXI/s320/DSCN6703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727811380622018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntu0ZR0Hlsw/TmtrAvwO_BI/AAAAAAAADew/B3OL5WbTo2s/s1600/DSCN6720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntu0ZR0Hlsw/TmtrAvwO_BI/AAAAAAAADew/B3OL5WbTo2s/s320/DSCN6720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727818029366290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivey has been spending her days joining in with our circle time and other homeschooling activities.  She loves singing songs and doing the motions, maybe even more than Suzi does.  When I sew, Ivey likes to sit by me and cut up scraps that I give her.  She says "I sewin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xuJrlHXY94/TmtvdJgNYoI/AAAAAAAADe4/wX7yyjILFj0/s1600/DSCN6747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xuJrlHXY94/TmtvdJgNYoI/AAAAAAAADe4/wX7yyjILFj0/s320/DSCN6747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650732704024322690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I'm a little proud.  Ivey is still working on her potty skills, but we're almost there.  We love listening to her talk.  One thing she's said for a while:  I will ask her to do something, like come sit on her potty, and she'll say "Tan't!" and go on to explain the important thing she is so busy doing, like making coffee in the toy kitchen.  She makes us lots of pretend coffee, knowing we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-oJt39GULI/TmtlVkn5DoI/AAAAAAAADdo/t3AS9RO5kdM/s1600/DSCN6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-oJt39GULI/TmtlVkn5DoI/AAAAAAAADdo/t3AS9RO5kdM/s320/DSCN6557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650721578749070978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDn1k1pbffA/TmtlV1Cl7UI/AAAAAAAADdw/tEYtrQHwhmI/s1600/DSCN6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDn1k1pbffA/TmtlV1Cl7UI/AAAAAAAADdw/tEYtrQHwhmI/s320/DSCN6559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650721583156030786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ivey loves her little friend Evie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rXe4O7gORc/TmtlWiVbT8I/AAAAAAAADeI/FV1pVL037fk/s1600/DSCN6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rXe4O7gORc/TmtlWiVbT8I/AAAAAAAADeI/FV1pVL037fk/s320/DSCN6602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650721595314622402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(She loves to pick up little rocks to carry home.  Ha ha.  I made her put this big one back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert.  Bobber.  The sweet boy is not at all fond of being put down.  Never has been.  He can play in his jumperoo now for a few minutes, and will play on the floor on a blanket for a little while.  Usually just until Ivey comes over and invades his personal space by poking him or rolling up against him.  Which I'm pretty sure turns him off to being put down on the floor to play the next time.  (See why I am frustrated?)  He is not yet sitting up on his own, but we have been able to put him on our backs in the Ergo (where he falls asleep).  I can get a little relief this way, do some chores while he is safe and happy.  Here he is at his first Clemson football game.  Jordan was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IJGBLlg_cM/Tmtvd8kpIHI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ACk8fmOayDM/s1600/DSCN6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IJGBLlg_cM/Tmtvd8kpIHI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ACk8fmOayDM/s320/DSCN6786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650732717733126258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqsmcKTEG3g/Tmtvdc8c59I/AAAAAAAADfA/RbTt5j4Twhc/s1600/DSCN6753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqsmcKTEG3g/Tmtvdc8c59I/AAAAAAAADfA/RbTt5j4Twhc/s320/DSCN6753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650732709243054034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvZW13j04pI/TmtvePvl_LI/AAAAAAAADfY/56-EhM63h1I/s1600/DSCN6800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvZW13j04pI/TmtvePvl_LI/AAAAAAAADfY/56-EhM63h1I/s320/DSCN6800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650732722879331506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan, by the way, is working hard.  Being awesome as always.  Wants to get a motorcycle soon.  He is taking two classes this fall in addition to working full-time.  Luckily he just made it through a stressful period at work, the start of fall classes.  There's a lot for an IT guy to do around that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me?  I've been loving my serger lately.  I have mastered cleaning, oiling and threading it and have sewn a bunch of projects.  There are half a dozen in my head right now that I want to do.  Maybe I'll get to some of them today.  I crave order and space but can't seem to get it.  A garage to store a few things would be so amazing right now.  But the good news?  We are getting h&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ard floors in our living room and dining room!  Beautiful bamboo ones, probably, and you have no idea how happy I am to be getting rid of this terrible, horrible, no-good, very dirty carpet.  Next weekend!  I will do a more detailed post with pictures of my sewing projects later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we're doing around here!  Now I'm off to clean, sew, and enjoy the weekend with my family.  Hope you're having a good one too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7825818224825677443?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7825818224825677443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7825818224825677443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7825818224825677443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7825818224825677443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-not-bored.html' title='We are not bored.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jocRxZAnO4s/TmtvdSXEkRI/AAAAAAAADfI/RiZPQqia-u0/s72-c/DSCN6781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2895523567428951434</id><published>2011-08-17T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:31:25.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfectionism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>First day of homeschool:  a lesson in abandoning perfectionism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tkwaB1smqU/TkvAGIXBPgI/AAAAAAAADbo/wlk1Npy4cHc/s1600/DSCN6392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tkwaB1smqU/TkvAGIXBPgI/AAAAAAAADbo/wlk1Npy4cHc/s320/DSCN6392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641814169767460354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzi dressed up "like Daddy."  She loves the dress-up basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to start our first homeschool year next week, but a &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; told me she had already sort of started.  Our days couldn't get much harder right now anyway, so I said, why not?  We'll get going a week early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we read the story of Peter Rabbit to get ready for today, and went over the tongue twister for the letter A.  Suzi loved it, to my surprise.  I thought it was kind of hokey, to be honest.  She is enjoying repeating back the words about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame tame crane &lt;/span&gt;and remembering more of it than I expected.  We sang Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes and I started to learn some of the new songs and fingerplays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a beautiful beeswax candle yet, so I lit a regular old jar candle and did the motions to the morning verse wrong a time or two.  I didn't want to go spend a bunch of money on the fancy papers and books and crayons right now, so this morning I had Suzi draw her picture and write her A's in a three-ring binder on unlined paper with regular crayons.  It worked great.  Baby Robert gave us 20 minutes or so to work on all this while he looked out the window.  Ivey participated in everything with us--although her drawing and letter forming isn't quite there yet, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi can draw an A, but it's rounded instead of pointy at the top.  She's four, though.  We are doing this a year early and I'm not going to push issues like these right now because I can see it frustrates her.  That is the last thing I want!  School should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Su4gWLADNA/TkvAFzaEscI/AAAAAAAADbg/9j1fSMRfTlk/s1600/DSCN6398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Su4gWLADNA/TkvAFzaEscI/AAAAAAAADbg/9j1fSMRfTlk/s320/DSCN6398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641814164143124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzi's A&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSS2haNSDkI/TkvAFjhdwVI/AAAAAAAADbY/J-WK1lBUWqQ/s1600/DSCN6401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSS2haNSDkI/TkvAFjhdwVI/AAAAAAAADbY/J-WK1lBUWqQ/s320/DSCN6401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641814159879160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gate drawing, and Suzi's.  The black stuff on hers is to keep Mr. McGregor from getting to Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Not-7kZLnj4/TkvAFYFo3iI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JNZYviOKeqQ/s1600/DSCN6403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Not-7kZLnj4/TkvAFYFo3iI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JNZYviOKeqQ/s320/DSCN6403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641814156809657890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivey's drawing.  She can make stars, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi is learning her letters, and I am learning to tell the perfectionist in my head to SHUT UP and leave us alone.  It's hard for me, as someone who was public schooled, to wrap my head around the idea that Suzi does not need hours of lessons at four years old.  And it doesn't matter if they are held at a desk.  And it's unnecessary to push things she doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving our Oak Meadow homeschool so far.  It's 9:00 and the girls are playing happily together.  It seems that the few minutes of attention from me has their love cups filled and they are happy to go about their business.  Exciting!  I may get some time to myself this year after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2895523567428951434?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2895523567428951434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2895523567428951434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2895523567428951434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2895523567428951434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-homeschool-lesson-in.html' title='First day of homeschool:  a lesson in abandoning perfectionism'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tkwaB1smqU/TkvAGIXBPgI/AAAAAAAADbo/wlk1Npy4cHc/s72-c/DSCN6392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-9003167714912273179</id><published>2011-08-12T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:25:55.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Our little Ivey is two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640005409061727762" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghv4flrHems/TkVTCZpn7hI/AAAAAAAADbI/qbDoa0psbsA/s320/DSCN1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is two years old today!  About this time I was calling Jordan and telling him to come home from work.  But now, two years later, it is time to bake a cake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639998072257648658" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsRCpmRF-YM/TkVMXV7OGBI/AAAAAAAADao/oQ6oOPjrvZM/s320/DSCN6186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ivey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-9003167714912273179?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9003167714912273179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=9003167714912273179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9003167714912273179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9003167714912273179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-little-ivey-is-two.html' title='Our little Ivey is two!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghv4flrHems/TkVTCZpn7hI/AAAAAAAADbI/qbDoa0psbsA/s72-c/DSCN1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4483367313785371159</id><published>2011-08-09T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:57:41.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>Hoping a to-do list will help me!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so scattered.  We've got Ivey's birthday coming up, and I'm not nearly ready.  I've got ten half-finished craft projects lying around everywhere, the house is a mess, I can't seem to catch up with laundry or dishes, and the baby won't let me put him down for more than 10 minutes at a time.  Oh and I want to start our (first ever!) homeschool year by the end of the month too.  So I thought maybe if I made a list it could help me focus my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Catch up on dishes&lt;br /&gt;2)  Catch up on laundry&lt;br /&gt;3)  Finish friend's diaper cover (half done already!)&lt;br /&gt;4)  Bake Ivey's birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;5)  Decorate Ivey's cakes&lt;br /&gt;6)  Go shopping for party food&lt;br /&gt;7)  Organize craft supply explosion&lt;br /&gt;8)  Figure out the Ergo back carry with Robert&lt;br /&gt;9)  Make decorations for Ivey's party&lt;br /&gt;10)  Work on plans for first day of homeschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my list for this week.  I'm going to tentatively set the date for our first day of homeschool as August 22.  It feels about right and will give me time to finish reading and planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already.  Better get back to work now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4483367313785371159?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4483367313785371159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4483367313785371159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4483367313785371159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4483367313785371159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoping-to-do-list-will-help-me.html' title='Hoping a to-do list will help me!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-9061840796076345731</id><published>2011-07-30T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:54:48.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and dolls'/><title type='text'>Richard, a boy lovey doll for Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxnefImPlw/TjQDf3_vmkI/AAAAAAAADZw/acL26h9WcbI/s1600/DSCN6018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxnefImPlw/TjQDf3_vmkI/AAAAAAAADZw/acL26h9WcbI/s320/DSCN6018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635132879889472066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert has hardly any toys, and some of the ones he has have been commandeered by his sisters.  I wanted to make him a sweet, simple little lovey doll.  Making this little doll also satisfied my need to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't make a point of giving their little boys dolls--if they let them play with them at all.  But when my Uncle Rob (dad's brother) was a little boy he had a baby doll named Richard.  There are pictures of him playing with and loving Richard.  I thought it was so sweet.  So that is how he got his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DzoZhDapQ4/TjQDgO5LIKI/AAAAAAAADZ4/7dV8U3ZMY3Y/s1600/DSCN6021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DzoZhDapQ4/TjQDgO5LIKI/AAAAAAAADZ4/7dV8U3ZMY3Y/s320/DSCN6021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635132886035931298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe in boys having baby dolls, just as girls should have toy tool boxes and cars and building blocks.  No one is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all girl &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all boy.  &lt;/span&gt;We all have some combination of "male" traits and "female" traits.  As you probably know, the male and female hormones are not even exclusive to each sex.  Boys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do have &lt;/span&gt;a nurturing instinct and a need to express that through play.  This is why, though I could have made this an all-blue doll, I decided to use pink and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0KtLa2F9vA/TjQDg4WmrnI/AAAAAAAADaI/TlBa6oGZREs/s1600/DSCN6036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0KtLa2F9vA/TjQDg4WmrnI/AAAAAAAADaI/TlBa6oGZREs/s320/DSCN6036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635132897165225586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is made of soft cashmere (upcycled sweaters) with a wooden head, and his hat, which is attached at the back of the neck, can be pulled on or off his head.  He seems to like Richard.  He will grab his knotted hands and feet if I hand the doll to him and sometimes I find them damp from being chewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtjSzFKYa1Q/TjQDhLNGJvI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ecs_bMtneB4/s1600/DSCN6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtjSzFKYa1Q/TjQDhLNGJvI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ecs_bMtneB4/s320/DSCN6028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635132902225618674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to come into Jennie G's boutique when I worked there and buy two or three "loveys" for their child because the original favorite toy had gotten lost.  Those things cost about $10 each and are frequently discontinued, so I think if you can make a lovey instead it's a good idea.  All the materials for Richard only totaled about $2, and I could easily replicate him if I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdiHBnmPt58/TjQDgbyvVqI/AAAAAAAADaA/IvwGAMIJkuo/s1600/DSCN6057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdiHBnmPt58/TjQDgbyvVqI/AAAAAAAADaA/IvwGAMIJkuo/s320/DSCN6057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635132889498605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-9061840796076345731?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9061840796076345731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=9061840796076345731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9061840796076345731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9061840796076345731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/07/richard-boy-lovey-doll-for-robert.html' title='Richard, a boy lovey doll for Robert'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxnefImPlw/TjQDf3_vmkI/AAAAAAAADZw/acL26h9WcbI/s72-c/DSCN6018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-9012470980534155576</id><published>2011-07-24T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:02:40.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 kids'/><title type='text'>My kids and my crafts</title><content type='html'>Two of my favorites.  Also love spending time with Jordan.  Doesn't happen much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;go to the midnight showing of Harry Potter, though.  My parents offered to let the girls spend the night, and we thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, let's go to a movie, &lt;/span&gt;but not much was on but Harry Potter.  So we shopped a while at Goodwill (Thursdays are $1 days, don't you know) and then hung out in line because we wanted to be sure to get a seat where we could run out if Robert started to cry.  We were way early, and I was hoping there would be Harry Potter cake or something but there was only trivia and I felt oddly like a schoolchild. We did get to see some rather interesting costumes (grown man wearing a pillowcase!) and I only had to poke Jordan a few times right at the end of the movie to keep him awake.  Robert slept through the entire thing.  We should go to movies in the middle of the night more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, on to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqD-pKwVRw/TizFlE3RNUI/AAAAAAAADYQ/WnfIlmkGBMI/s1600/DSCN5852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqD-pKwVRw/TizFlE3RNUI/AAAAAAAADYQ/WnfIlmkGBMI/s320/DSCN5852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633094474685035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESIolKjx-rA/TizFkEVVKwI/AAAAAAAADX4/xGGh_xWBaHo/s1600/DSCN5750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESIolKjx-rA/TizFkEVVKwI/AAAAAAAADX4/xGGh_xWBaHo/s320/DSCN5750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633094457362819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making more wool diaper covers.  I like making them with cute animals on the butt.  These two I made for pregnant friends (one of whom just had her baby the other day, yay!).  I want to make some to sell, if I ever get time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUOvuSz6_ZQ/TizNB1Rw_9I/AAAAAAAADYw/JgJQpoVFJqc/s1600/DSCN5939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUOvuSz6_ZQ/TizNB1Rw_9I/AAAAAAAADYw/JgJQpoVFJqc/s320/DSCN5939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633102665298804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut up the rainbow pants and tried again.  They are a little improved now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00KfSBqELBo/TizNBocSdDI/AAAAAAAADYo/xkPKKxxFn6U/s1600/DSCN5929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00KfSBqELBo/TizNBocSdDI/AAAAAAAADYo/xkPKKxxFn6U/s320/DSCN5929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633102661853279282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wool pants!  I love them!  I just made these the other day as a first try.  I'll have to make some more for Robert in several months that will fit for the fall and winter.  I've got a couple of striped sweaters that are going to be SO CUTE on him as pants.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpusOteTgAM/TizFkRe_mrI/AAAAAAAADYA/xV5vbMpsBho/s1600/DSCN5762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpusOteTgAM/TizFkRe_mrI/AAAAAAAADYA/xV5vbMpsBho/s320/DSCN5762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633094460893010610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a friend's Crochet Corner playdate the other day and she helped me get started on this hat.  I finished it at the highland games.  I like to crochet, but you know what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;like?  Paying a fortune for quality yarn.  I love thrifting.  I am not used to retail prices.  But Saturday I found two little skeins of gray wool at Salvation Army for 50 cents each so I'm going to take it to the next Crochet Corner and see if I can make matching hats for Robert and me.  That would be nerdy-adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSNVjCJ95E/TizFlZU8OLI/AAAAAAAADYY/jaGF6GN2oEY/s1600/DSCN5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSNVjCJ95E/TizFlZU8OLI/AAAAAAAADYY/jaGF6GN2oEY/s1600/DSCN5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSNVjCJ95E/TizFlZU8OLI/AAAAAAAADYY/jaGF6GN2oEY/s320/DSCN5871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633094480178198706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of Suzi at a birthday party last week.  We let her dress herself.  She has such a unique sense of style, don't you think?  She loves anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmfiUI-nYzs/TizNBSxmgaI/AAAAAAAADYg/-9O2e3UclNo/s1600/DSCN5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmfiUI-nYzs/TizNBSxmgaI/AAAAAAAADYg/-9O2e3UclNo/s320/DSCN5890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633102656037093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is classic Ivey, having a third or fourth yummy lemon poppy seed muffin.  I was nursing Robert for a good part of this event and she begged the other moms to get them for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbDyk5VsrT8/TizNB-EaS2I/AAAAAAAADY4/tfcf2PNybmc/s1600/DSCN5942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbDyk5VsrT8/TizNB-EaS2I/AAAAAAAADY4/tfcf2PNybmc/s320/DSCN5942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633102667658709858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yW1LB9p80q4/TizNCOKE5eI/AAAAAAAADZA/10u-9dxgt3I/s1600/DSCN5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yW1LB9p80q4/TizNCOKE5eI/AAAAAAAADZA/10u-9dxgt3I/s320/DSCN5952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633102671977440738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She still looooves her little brother, but he is getting to be not so little compared to her anymore!  I remember when this happened with her and Suzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xeeIkNKu2FY/TizSCtRKTuI/AAAAAAAADZI/H3XnUmH0hFQ/s1600/DSCN5960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xeeIkNKu2FY/TizSCtRKTuI/AAAAAAAADZI/H3XnUmH0hFQ/s320/DSCN5960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633108177886793442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzi made these potato heads today and wanted me to take a picture.  Now they are decorating the top of our TV cabinet.  I love how she repurposed the mustache into eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygy_xUqtBqQ/TizSDJ1tUTI/AAAAAAAADZg/RYpfiJv7We8/s1600/DSCN5967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygy_xUqtBqQ/TizSDJ1tUTI/AAAAAAAADZg/RYpfiJv7We8/s320/DSCN5967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633108185556275506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spinning my crafty wheels in the mud for several days, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;happy to finally finish something tonight.  (Well, Jordan and I also repaired Robert's bouncy seat, which involved some sewing.  But that wasn't really a craft.)  This is a storage bag that hangs over the back of your car seat by the head rest.  I saw the idea at &lt;a href="http://punkprojects.blogspot.com/2011/07/car-book-holder-diy.html"&gt;punk projects&lt;/a&gt;, but as you can probably tell, I did not follow all of her directions.  Hers looks a lot nicer, but I was in a hurry.  After I installed our new storage bag, I was moved to spend the next half hour cleaning out the van.  So thanks, Katie!  You made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnwQ0o2vu-c/TizSC1-NWYI/AAAAAAAADZQ/AkQ2uPplb-0/s1600/DSCN5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnwQ0o2vu-c/TizSC1-NWYI/AAAAAAAADZQ/AkQ2uPplb-0/s320/DSCN5984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633108180223220098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Robert is looking more and more like me these days (we know because he looks like my same-age baby pictures).  He isn't playing too much with toys yet, but he does seem to like these monkeys.  He can roll from front to back and I'm pretty sure he could roll back to front, but he hasn't yet.  His floor time is limited because I don't want Ivey wrestling with him/stepping on him.  These were taken after the girls were in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RHNeB01Dms/TizSC-_yhfI/AAAAAAAADZY/t0DegKw3UyU/s1600/DSCN5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RHNeB01Dms/TizSC-_yhfI/AAAAAAAADZY/t0DegKw3UyU/s320/DSCN5971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633108182645769714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, goodness.  I never get tired of looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-9012470980534155576?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9012470980534155576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=9012470980534155576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9012470980534155576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9012470980534155576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-kids-and-my-crafts.html' title='My kids and my crafts'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqD-pKwVRw/TizFlE3RNUI/AAAAAAAADYQ/WnfIlmkGBMI/s72-c/DSCN5852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-8577667583424368506</id><published>2011-07-21T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:12:30.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippie handicrafts'/><title type='text'>Coming to terms with the chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQHeb8YJNhM/TihFNG4KcLI/AAAAAAAADXA/B316rQ3p10w/s1600/DSCN5713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631827425513599154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQHeb8YJNhM/TihFNG4KcLI/AAAAAAAADXA/B316rQ3p10w/s320/DSCN5713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2IDH9VDN5w/TihFMxJM_2I/AAAAAAAADW4/dslU0Zt5pI0/s1600/DSCN5709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631827419679489890" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2IDH9VDN5w/TihFMxJM_2I/AAAAAAAADW4/dslU0Zt5pI0/s320/DSCN5709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glX-B0Fs1co/TihFMotEOZI/AAAAAAAADWw/k2Tp6ll5EDU/s1600/DSCN5701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631827417413990802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glX-B0Fs1co/TihFMotEOZI/AAAAAAAADWw/k2Tp6ll5EDU/s320/DSCN5701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Endless energy!  Why can't I get some of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoYtq6uS1c0/TihFNS-RsEI/AAAAAAAADXI/s9EFkpLVey0/s1600/DSCN5772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631827428760465474" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoYtq6uS1c0/TihFNS-RsEI/AAAAAAAADXI/s9EFkpLVey0/s320/DSCN5772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sword fighting at the highland games a couple of weeks ago.  Others were alarmed, I took pictures.  But I did not buy the weapons  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is pretty wild right now with three little kids, but I think I am growing into it. Mostly with patience and a sense of humor, which I have learned are the two main things you need in parenting. Sometimes they even seem like the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had Hippie Handicrafts at our house. I love having my friends and their little ones over! Between the five of us in attendance yesterday, we had quite a few children. 11 of them, who ranged in age from 3-month-old Robert up to 10-year-old Corbin who helps watch the little ones and uses words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pandemonium&lt;/span&gt;. There is bound to be some interesting stuff going down in a house with all those kids in it. Once everyone goes home and it's just me and my kids again, it's suddenly so quiet that I almost expect an extra toddler to jump out of the closet beating a drum or something.  It's a little lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUiKgVj_gqQ/TihN6jS0xqI/AAAAAAAADXY/dMppnTN3IeQ/s1600/DSCN5797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631837002328753826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUiKgVj_gqQ/TihN6jS0xqI/AAAAAAAADXY/dMppnTN3IeQ/s320/DSCN5797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not at all sure who used my camera to take this picture or the next one, but whoever it was isn't very tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DSHtScTA4I/TihN630_WgI/AAAAAAAADXg/KzJR6bqbIv8/s1600/DSCN5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631837007840762370" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DSHtScTA4I/TihN630_WgI/AAAAAAAADXg/KzJR6bqbIv8/s320/DSCN5796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHgkPBfoy_o/TihFNmxvFgI/AAAAAAAADXQ/GW_ZpI6VyMc/s1600/DSCN5793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631827434076575234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHgkPBfoy_o/TihFNmxvFgI/AAAAAAAADXQ/GW_ZpI6VyMc/s320/DSCN5793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Near the end of last week's HH meeting, the kids settled down to watch a movie.  Phibby seems to enjoy these days, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went pretty smoothly yesterday until the afternoon, when it was just me and Megan and our five kids. Usually I keep our Sharpie markers put away, but yesterday one got taken out and left on the dining room table. While Megan and I weren't looking, Ivey and Aiden got a hold of it and drew on themselves. We laughed. Ivey did a pretty thorough job of inking up her arms and legs in permanent fuchsia. We took her to the chiropractor like that and everyone loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were planning to give the girls a bath, but by the time we got home everyone was tired and we decided we'd deal with it later. So the girls went to bed with Ivey still Sharpied. Jordan and I had been watching TV together for about half an hour when we heard Suzi whine down the stairs, "I'm wet! I'm cooooold!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had tried to help us by washing the Sharpie off of Ivey. The only problem was she had done this in the bed with water from one of their sippy cups. The bed was soaked, the girls were soaked, and the sheets were tinged with pink. Jordan was pretty irritated, but I laughed, and eventually we both laughed, told them never to do that again and then laughed some more after tucking them back into a dried-off bed and telling them to GO TO SLEEP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are learning and slowly growing in patience, which is probably my #1 parenting goal right now. I doubt that in this stage of our life we are meant to somehow catch up and put an end to the chaos. It wouldn't last long if we did. I'm trying to just live in it, grow in it, and enjoy it. While it takes all my time and energy, it's also full to overflowing with love and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeI61CiJpx4/TihSrHzvSoI/AAAAAAAADXw/PZwqHb_wFNQ/s1600/DSCN5805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842234810714754" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeI61CiJpx4/TihSrHzvSoI/AAAAAAAADXw/PZwqHb_wFNQ/s320/DSCN5805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try to relax and they jump on you, but to tell the truth we kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-8577667583424368506?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8577667583424368506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=8577667583424368506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8577667583424368506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8577667583424368506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-to-terms-with-chaos.html' title='Coming to terms with the chaos'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQHeb8YJNhM/TihFNG4KcLI/AAAAAAAADXA/B316rQ3p10w/s72-c/DSCN5713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7994952787636770177</id><published>2011-07-04T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:30:00.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tie dye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>Things I've made in the past couple months, plus crafty plans</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!  Jordan has the day off.  I hope you and your family are having a good day, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmdyD9lcts/Tg2okXZoJYI/AAAAAAAADV4/PbFdpdHZtec/s1600/DSCN9077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmdyD9lcts/Tg2okXZoJYI/AAAAAAAADV4/PbFdpdHZtec/s320/DSCN9077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624336852365878658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I already posted about my &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/upcycled-sweater-baby-cocoon.html"&gt;cocoons&lt;/a&gt;, but just wanted to update.  They fit great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmwRQHKqf8E/Tg2okOgDvrI/AAAAAAAADVw/1iD4I47lkwA/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmwRQHKqf8E/Tg2okOgDvrI/AAAAAAAADVw/1iD4I47lkwA/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624336849976934066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom baked it, I decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahHrY46ip9s/Tg2ojvtT-TI/AAAAAAAADVo/K2M11wtJgAg/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahHrY46ip9s/Tg2ojvtT-TI/AAAAAAAADVo/K2M11wtJgAg/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624336841711024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also for Suzi's birthday.  We didn't break it, so we still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BH2awRz4vnc/Tg2lmAc4bfI/AAAAAAAADVg/FnsW7ykCUro/s1600/DSCN5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BH2awRz4vnc/Tg2lmAc4bfI/AAAAAAAADVg/FnsW7ykCUro/s320/DSCN5520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624333582030368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father's Day gift.  The button is a magnet for holding a photo or list and says "We (heart) Paw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQy6JoCzKdU/Tg2ll8uocjI/AAAAAAAADVY/04GqXIoTiHM/s1600/DSCN5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQy6JoCzKdU/Tg2ll8uocjI/AAAAAAAADVY/04GqXIoTiHM/s320/DSCN5409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624333581031076402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still haven't quite perfected this sunhat I've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uSi24dE3wg/Tg2llkGAsPI/AAAAAAAADVQ/xanRH0uMzRY/s1600/DSCN9898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uSi24dE3wg/Tg2llkGAsPI/AAAAAAAADVQ/xanRH0uMzRY/s320/DSCN9898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624333574418247922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tie dyes never look quite so pretty as when you first untie them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZHIA1mCq20/Tg2lld82WqI/AAAAAAAADVI/6AQG5oc2y_4/s1600/DSCN0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZHIA1mCq20/Tg2lld82WqI/AAAAAAAADVI/6AQG5oc2y_4/s320/DSCN0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624333572769208994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweater gnome for Suzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nd803PbAnSU/Tg2llArWShI/AAAAAAAADVA/pCFgVc40oxU/s1600/DSCN5258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nd803PbAnSU/Tg2llArWShI/AAAAAAAADVA/pCFgVc40oxU/s320/DSCN5258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624333564911176210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wool diaper cover for Robert.  Need to develop a better pattern.  And also figure out a better method of dyeing wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7rQyoJNCi0/Tg2r4I82HFI/AAAAAAAADWA/3nzRq3M9iaw/s1600/DSCN5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7rQyoJNCi0/Tg2r4I82HFI/AAAAAAAADWA/3nzRq3M9iaw/s320/DSCN5656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624340490619329618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple baby dress for a little friend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-craft list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least 4 more of those baby dresses&lt;br /&gt;a similar dress in my size (already half done!)&lt;br /&gt;pocket babies and small wool/wooden dolls (to sell, maybe)&lt;br /&gt;a better sunhat&lt;br /&gt;more diaper covers for Robert&lt;br /&gt;birthing time flax seed heat packs&lt;br /&gt;a bunting decoration kinda like &lt;a href="http://increasinglydomestic.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-shower-name-bunting.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities for future &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-crafts-with-mamas-pictures-of.html"&gt;Hippie Handicrafts&lt;/a&gt; meetings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wire bird nests&lt;br /&gt;wire trees of life&lt;br /&gt;sweater flowers&lt;br /&gt;singed-edges flowers&lt;br /&gt;lentil balloon balls&lt;br /&gt;sweater arm warmers&lt;br /&gt;sweater hats for kids&lt;br /&gt;freestyle sweater stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;fairy doors?&lt;br /&gt;gnome houses, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;polymer clay mama ornaments?&lt;br /&gt;whatever anyone else thinks of and wants to lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to do a tie-dye party before the summer is over but that will require some extra people for child-watching.  Hard to chase after a little one when you have a limited amount of time to use up dye and you're wearing dye-drippy rubber gloves!  I also want to do some Hippie Handicrafts for the kids.  Maybe I will ask if &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; can lead the little ones in a craft, because we all know that's not my strong point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7994952787636770177?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7994952787636770177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7994952787636770177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7994952787636770177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7994952787636770177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-ive-made-in-past-couple-months.html' title='Things I&apos;ve made in the past couple months, plus crafty plans'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmdyD9lcts/Tg2okXZoJYI/AAAAAAAADV4/PbFdpdHZtec/s72-c/DSCN9077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1706434318622665482</id><published>2011-07-01T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T06:11:12.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Scheduling and being present with my kids:  Related?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWqYDLo0XU0/Tg2cPBxEUOI/AAAAAAAADU4/jbmSf75w5vg/s1600/DSCN0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWqYDLo0XU0/Tg2cPBxEUOI/AAAAAAAADU4/jbmSf75w5vg/s320/DSCN0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624323291641827554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSfJBM0d-ew/Tg2cO42c0JI/AAAAAAAADUw/c82ywZW4rc4/s1600/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSfJBM0d-ew/Tg2cO42c0JI/AAAAAAAADUw/c82ywZW4rc4/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624323289248485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb6sEc-mtdI/Tg2cOh4g3rI/AAAAAAAADUo/jgQ4_pjWHfU/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb6sEc-mtdI/Tg2cOh4g3rI/AAAAAAAADUo/jgQ4_pjWHfU/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624323283083124402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsgoTed6RIc/Tg2cNzqrnDI/AAAAAAAADUg/tIfId4efW6o/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsgoTed6RIc/Tg2cNzqrnDI/AAAAAAAADUg/tIfId4efW6o/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624323270677077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H22asUF_goU/Tg2cNubMk8I/AAAAAAAADUY/TGo42MW3GcQ/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H22asUF_goU/Tg2cNubMk8I/AAAAAAAADUY/TGo42MW3GcQ/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624323269269951426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am going to start posting random pictures of my kids with every wordy post.  They just sit in my pictures folder and I know some people would like to see them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is related to my Home(school) Improvement posts.  I just read the first two chapters of Oak Meadow's Home Teacher's Process Manual.  Remember how I &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-routine-plus.html"&gt;said the other day&lt;/a&gt; I was going to do a loose routine and NOT put specific times on things?  Well, now I'm not sure how that's going to work.  According to the book, a large part of staying focused on an activity is clearing your time.  It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep a daily schedule in which you provide time for everything that must be done.  This relieves your mind of the pressure of "all those things I must do."  Once you see how you may accomplish all that is necessary to be accomplished, then you are more able to focus on the required activity during the time you have set aside for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good point; I frequently worry about getting things done and am distracted from what I'm doing with my kids.  So  I am going to make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule &lt;/span&gt;schedule, with times and all.  The thing about a schedule is that a baby will blow it out of the water.  You think it's time for reading... until the baby screams through a whole story because he doesn't want you to sit down while you hold him.  You think it's time for singing and doing fingerplays... until the baby requires you to keep both your hands on him.  It's frustrating.  I'm thinking I'll just have to do the best I can, schedule extra time for things, and know that Robert will sometimes delay what we are doing for a few minutes.  I know lots of successful homeschoolers have five or six kids.  It'll work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to make a schedule, and plan it around the regular playdates we have.  I hate to miss out on an opportunity to be with friends, but I'm probably going to have to skip impromptu meetings a lot from now on.  Oh well, that's what mothers who have their kids in group schooling have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the specifics of our schedule yet.  I think I'm going to look at some other people's, try a couple of things out, and post what I've got so far within a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1706434318622665482?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1706434318622665482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1706434318622665482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1706434318622665482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1706434318622665482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/07/scheduling-and-being-present-with-my.html' title='Scheduling and being present with my kids:  Related?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWqYDLo0XU0/Tg2cPBxEUOI/AAAAAAAADU4/jbmSf75w5vg/s72-c/DSCN0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2199005922191761936</id><published>2011-06-30T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:44:30.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippie handicrafts'/><title type='text'>Yesterday:  Crafts with mamas, pictures of Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRZYrkCU-g/Tgx2YJDMepI/AAAAAAAADT4/O8ZQ9p2dmug/s1600/DSCN5689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRZYrkCU-g/Tgx2YJDMepI/AAAAAAAADT4/O8ZQ9p2dmug/s320/DSCN5689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000191797164690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt5WTWpmiBk/Tgx2X7sflOI/AAAAAAAADTw/iEyJGSzl6K0/s1600/DSCN5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt5WTWpmiBk/Tgx2X7sflOI/AAAAAAAADTw/iEyJGSzl6K0/s320/DSCN5687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000188212286690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4holncTD0eM/Tgx2Yl6hprI/AAAAAAAADUA/H6AzOKwYpV8/s1600/DSCN5692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4holncTD0eM/Tgx2Yl6hprI/AAAAAAAADUA/H6AzOKwYpV8/s320/DSCN5692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000199545431730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like he gets sweeter every day.  He laughs and smiles a lot and will have little baby conversations with us.  He enjoys lying on the floor watching the ceiling fan, and lately he's been letting us get a decent amount of sleep at night.  I do nurse him several times but we don't have to actually get up with him until 5 or 6.  (Of course when I say we I mean Jordan.  Thanks honey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6gN8fKvsvA/Tgx8QOPK-kI/AAAAAAAADUQ/WsgofAIrD0Y/s1600/DSCN5666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6gN8fKvsvA/Tgx8QOPK-kI/AAAAAAAADUQ/WsgofAIrD0Y/s320/DSCN5666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624006652820388418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I hosted a "Hippie Handicrafts" playdate (&lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt;  thought of the name).  I set up a craft area with a rainbow of felted  wool and a bunch of scissors and a hot glue gun, plus brownies and coffee. We sat around the table and made gnomes and  pocket babies while our children socialized in the living room.  It was great!  I meant to take a picture of all our gnomes together, but I forgot!  Here is the pocket baby I made for Suzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjK2Da0A3AM/Tgx2Xrsb9BI/AAAAAAAADTo/FZ1_7-CA8Yo/s1600/DSCN5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjK2Da0A3AM/Tgx2Xrsb9BI/AAAAAAAADTo/FZ1_7-CA8Yo/s320/DSCN5671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000183917081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippie Handicrafts is going to be a regular thing, every other week with a different craft each time.  It has the added benefit of helping me keep my house clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Hobby Lobby has unfinished wood on sale (40% off!) so last night we went shopping and when we got home I made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HbYdtlBbQs/Tgx40JVQEtI/AAAAAAAADUI/Oo_MmnS3__8/s1600/DSCN5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HbYdtlBbQs/Tgx40JVQEtI/AAAAAAAADUI/Oo_MmnS3__8/s320/DSCN5694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624002871932490450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy making dolls about 300 times more when they have wooden heads.  It takes away the part of the process that stresses me out and adds a nice weight and smooth texture to the doll too.  I want to make more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to let the girls run around the backyard a little while before it gets too hot.  It's going to be a good day, I can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2199005922191761936?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2199005922191761936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2199005922191761936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2199005922191761936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2199005922191761936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-crafts-with-mamas-pictures-of.html' title='Yesterday:  Crafts with mamas, pictures of Robert'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRZYrkCU-g/Tgx2YJDMepI/AAAAAAAADT4/O8ZQ9p2dmug/s72-c/DSCN5689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7043337731642182386</id><published>2011-06-27T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:21:34.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement:  Routine, plus pictures of Robert</title><content type='html'>I  can't believe I haven't posted pictures of Robert in so long!  I've   taken them, I really have, but I just didn't think to post them until   Tanya pointed it out in the comments a couple of posts ago.  So here   they are, my favorites from the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tHU5cYmN8/TghyprHHVVI/AAAAAAAADTg/7A6LzZ02j68/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tHU5cYmN8/TghyprHHVVI/AAAAAAAADTg/7A6LzZ02j68/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622870195044832594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdZWiVjMYY/TghypWskpCI/AAAAAAAADTY/h7lGpOw3oA8/s1600/DSCN9969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdZWiVjMYY/TghypWskpCI/AAAAAAAADTY/h7lGpOw3oA8/s320/DSCN9969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622870189564797986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGb2zx8C9Ps/TghypMlj5EI/AAAAAAAADTQ/sIBeConX2as/s1600/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGb2zx8C9Ps/TghypMlj5EI/AAAAAAAADTQ/sIBeConX2as/s320/DSCN0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622870186851034178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHL7BWgefWA/Tghyo3nI_KI/AAAAAAAADTI/gcUEJilR8J4/s1600/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHL7BWgefWA/Tghyo3nI_KI/AAAAAAAADTI/gcUEJilR8J4/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622870181220514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omWqIcs966g/Tghs9vrBMZI/AAAAAAAADTA/bfx-Aj3O8Tc/s1600/DSCN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omWqIcs966g/Tghs9vrBMZI/AAAAAAAADTA/bfx-Aj3O8Tc/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622863942796784018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYw8Ktlvu04/Tghs9e8w_6I/AAAAAAAADS4/lbWro10aK-Y/s1600/DSCN5274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYw8Ktlvu04/Tghs9e8w_6I/AAAAAAAADS4/lbWro10aK-Y/s320/DSCN5274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622863938307817378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuLwB50DfEE/Tghs9CsZDDI/AAAAAAAADSw/MZhskymLQfg/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuLwB50DfEE/Tghs9CsZDDI/AAAAAAAADSw/MZhskymLQfg/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622863930722946098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXq7kzsFXiM/Tghs82D1RwI/AAAAAAAADSo/j56fZ-SO5_Q/s1600/DSCN5338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXq7kzsFXiM/Tghs82D1RwI/AAAAAAAADSo/j56fZ-SO5_Q/s320/DSCN5338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622863927331604226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TafvzdDjTk/Tghs871ct5I/AAAAAAAADSg/aa3FAPpzpTk/s1600/DSCN5326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TafvzdDjTk/Tghs871ct5I/AAAAAAAADSg/aa3FAPpzpTk/s320/DSCN5326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622863928881887122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhsBF1sIkek/TgfhaRxl4PI/AAAAAAAADRI/ejDKL-C2GJY/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622710501359608050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I got these on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  now here is the routine I'm hoping to use once we start homeschooling.   I think I'm going to start trying it now (except for the main lesson  part, which we aren't doing yet).  It always seems like so much trouble  to stick to a routine, but really, it can't be any worse than what we're  doing now.  The girls are fighting so much I feel like a referee half  the time.  A routine could only help.  So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and get dressed, before the kids if possible (Between 6:00 and 7:00)&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Play time&lt;br /&gt;Circle/read books&lt;br /&gt;Play outside&lt;br /&gt;Snack&lt;br /&gt;Main lesson (for an hour, tops)&lt;br /&gt;Play time&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main lesson (continued, for an hour, tops)&lt;br /&gt;Play/art&lt;br /&gt;Outside time&lt;br /&gt;Snack/reading&lt;br /&gt;Play time/movie (3:30 or 4:00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  didn't put times on all these, as you might have noticed.  It was  tempting, but I've tried that before and it only puts pressure on me to  start or stop doing something before we're ready.  We have playdates and  things too, and while most of these things can still happen on those  days, the timeline will be totally blown.  Jordan always leaves for work  about 7:45 and comes home at 5:00, so our day runs from about 8-5.   That doesn't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7043337731642182386?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7043337731642182386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7043337731642182386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7043337731642182386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7043337731642182386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-routine-plus.html' title='Home(school) improvement:  Routine, plus pictures of Robert'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tHU5cYmN8/TghyprHHVVI/AAAAAAAADTg/7A6LzZ02j68/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-956778737849908184</id><published>2011-06-26T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:36:00.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>Upcycled wool mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlTNGPP8UIE/Tgd3q7i0g4I/AAAAAAAADQw/UxcJTxXzewA/s1600/DSCN5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlTNGPP8UIE/Tgd3q7i0g4I/AAAAAAAADQw/UxcJTxXzewA/s320/DSCN5631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622594239217304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMg2O1wa0rE/Tgd3qijxFwI/AAAAAAAADQo/eSI6NxwFFoI/s1600/DSCN5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMg2O1wa0rE/Tgd3qijxFwI/AAAAAAAADQo/eSI6NxwFFoI/s320/DSCN5616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622594232510387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been thinking for a while that upcycled wool would make a pretty nice mustache.  Today I tried it and I was right!  I used an old wool coat I bought at the Goodwill clearance center, but it would work with a tightly felted sweater, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrqPp1tTzoc/Tgd3rUk602I/AAAAAAAADRA/wADR0-IuW_o/s1600/DSCN5610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrqPp1tTzoc/Tgd3rUk602I/AAAAAAAADRA/wADR0-IuW_o/s320/DSCN5610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622594245936993122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcuSElXr61Q/Tgd3rOWDN6I/AAAAAAAADQ4/eRbu4g24_t0/s1600/DSCN5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcuSElXr61Q/Tgd3rOWDN6I/AAAAAAAADQ4/eRbu4g24_t0/s320/DSCN5613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622594244264015778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut out a classic mustache shape and tied a loop on either side to go around the ears of the wearer.  If you make the loops too small it'll look like you have cat whiskers in addition to a mustache.  Suzi's needs to be loosened a bit but she was ready to wear it.  Right now she is sitting on the couch watching a movie, wearing her mustache.  Actually, she may never take it off again!  Boy was that a cheap toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a small green Vera Bradley bag at a thrift store and I'm going to make her a master of disguise kit.  I'll put a few different styles of mustaches/beards in it, and some accessories like hats and glasses.  And maybe a bubble pipe.  What else can I put in it?  She won't want girly stuff.  I meant to do it for her birthday but just got too busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-956778737849908184?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/956778737849908184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=956778737849908184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/956778737849908184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/956778737849908184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/upcycled-wool-mustache.html' title='Upcycled wool mustache'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlTNGPP8UIE/Tgd3q7i0g4I/AAAAAAAADQw/UxcJTxXzewA/s72-c/DSCN5631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-9122886211833001610</id><published>2011-06-23T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:50:31.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>Turning aggravating blankets into a custom slipcover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents gave us their old love seat. It was comfortable and gave us extra seating. Unfortunately it didn't match with the rest of our living room. It was also such a light color that it was bound to look disgusting in no time. Three little kids and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to buy a couple of tan blankets to throw over it, but that didn't work either. The kids would jump all over the love seat and the blankets would slip and bunch, so we were constantly having to adjust them. Putting them on was like making a bed. So aggravating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by taking one blanket and lining the hemmed edge up along the floor. I did this on all the bottom edges of the cover. That way there was nothing to hem! I cut enough to cover the seat and the lower front of the love seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftRYjSQ7M8/TgOUTlYSplI/AAAAAAAADOA/Wn1IuiwcwHE/s1600/DSCN5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621499824060933714" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftRYjSQ7M8/TgOUTlYSplI/AAAAAAAADOA/Wn1IuiwcwHE/s320/DSCN5525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xpHpHktwVM/TgOUT0Z_rdI/AAAAAAAADOI/mg19R_WcZFU/s1600/DSCN5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621499828094610898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xpHpHktwVM/TgOUT0Z_rdI/AAAAAAAADOI/mg19R_WcZFU/s320/DSCN5527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut a piece for the part you lean back against when you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43d-e8RRDNM/TgOUUWPNnSI/AAAAAAAADOQ/acZ0tmzH56k/s1600/DSCN5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621499837176192290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43d-e8RRDNM/TgOUUWPNnSI/AAAAAAAADOQ/acZ0tmzH56k/s320/DSCN5528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FToOnTAPqFs/TgOUUuOmy6I/AAAAAAAADOY/G_QzGJlBnIQ/s1600/DSCN5529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621499843616099234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FToOnTAPqFs/TgOUUuOmy6I/AAAAAAAADOY/G_QzGJlBnIQ/s320/DSCN5529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b327aoN7FKo/TgOUU4VNL2I/AAAAAAAADOg/89orr-Cf78A/s1600/DSCN5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621499846328135522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b327aoN7FKo/TgOUU4VNL2I/AAAAAAAADOg/89orr-Cf78A/s320/DSCN5530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut a piece for the back and one piece for each of the arm rest fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XWnG2YBSWs/TgOXiasHHiI/AAAAAAAADOo/xyCQl76XI1A/s1600/DSCN5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621503377424195106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XWnG2YBSWs/TgOXiasHHiI/AAAAAAAADOo/xyCQl76XI1A/s320/DSCN5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinned right sides together and sewed together these two pieces to meet in the crack of the love seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y98sNZx1oF0/TgOXiV-rZuI/AAAAAAAADOw/sMsaKOiz0q8/s1600/DSCN5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621503376159893218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y98sNZx1oF0/TgOXiV-rZuI/AAAAAAAADOw/sMsaKOiz0q8/s320/DSCN5534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I put what I had so far back on the love seat and pinned the arm rest fronts on. Pinning while the pieces were on the love seat was clearly the way to go. I could tell just where I wanted to sew, pin it, and then take it up to the sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovDcBEGoUSc/TgOXisrzhzI/AAAAAAAADO4/PJt6XsG8sek/s1600/DSCN5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621503382254749490" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovDcBEGoUSc/TgOXisrzhzI/AAAAAAAADO4/PJt6XsG8sek/s320/DSCN5537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped the back part up over the rest, pinned right sides together and took that upstairs to sew it. Then I put it back on and looked at what I had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wG2ye7zg6A/TgOXjeQRnZI/AAAAAAAADPA/ztjpkhGLSYE/s1600/DSCN5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621503395561053586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wG2ye7zg6A/TgOXjeQRnZI/AAAAAAAADPA/ztjpkhGLSYE/s320/DSCN5539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qe7o01L8Nc/TgOXjmjhI2I/AAAAAAAADPI/aUUZKvCClII/s1600/DSCN5540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621503397789246306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qe7o01L8Nc/TgOXjmjhI2I/AAAAAAAADPI/aUUZKvCClII/s320/DSCN5540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the next thing would be the tricky part. Armrests. Curves and corners coming together! To make sure I didn't screw up my limited supply of fabric, I pinned some before I started cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bugI-2eFXE/TgOdOwv0okI/AAAAAAAADPQ/E6GvoD_GfvU/s1600/DSCN5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621509636817723970" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bugI-2eFXE/TgOdOwv0okI/AAAAAAAADPQ/E6GvoD_GfvU/s320/DSCN5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hZp7mXWzZw/TgOdO-GKalI/AAAAAAAADPY/cV3ZAegAEbk/s1600/DSCN5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621509640401087058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hZp7mXWzZw/TgOdO-GKalI/AAAAAAAADPY/cV3ZAegAEbk/s320/DSCN5542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinned and cut and pinned and cut and pinned, until I had all of it coming together. I wasn't always able to pin right sides together, so I just pinned it the best I could and straightened the rest out once I got to it on the machine. I cut a little extra to tuck down into this area. I think I'll call it the armpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRYjZYsPJS8/TgOdPcF24bI/AAAAAAAADPg/U1J6w8jK6RQ/s1600/DSCN5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621509648452870578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRYjZYsPJS8/TgOdPcF24bI/AAAAAAAADPg/U1J6w8jK6RQ/s320/DSCN5543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KVUHfx0cY/TgOdPdFMjKI/AAAAAAAADPo/0HQgXk8MbU4/s1600/DSCN5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621509648718531746" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KVUHfx0cY/TgOdPdFMjKI/AAAAAAAADPo/0HQgXk8MbU4/s320/DSCN5544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I had sewn all this part together, I was not at all sure it was going to work. It seemed like a jumbled mess at the sewing machine and I only knew what to do with it all because of the pins. So I brought it back downstairs, pulled it onto the love seat, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7ZfJgTUymE/TgOvf4wT6qI/AAAAAAAADQA/6q7RHrg6pGA/s1600/DSCN5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621529722234333858" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7ZfJgTUymE/TgOvf4wT6qI/AAAAAAAADQA/6q7RHrg6pGA/s320/DSCN5548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBLn97RzepE/TgOvfxUo6VI/AAAAAAAADQI/t-hS0teViTc/s1600/DSCN5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621529720239221074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBLn97RzepE/TgOvfxUo6VI/AAAAAAAADQI/t-hS0teViTc/s320/DSCN5550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPP0qRHPjkk/TgOvgQIhlAI/AAAAAAAADQQ/M1JKXy4tQqQ/s1600/DSCN5551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621529728509907970" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPP0qRHPjkk/TgOvgQIhlAI/AAAAAAAADQQ/M1JKXy4tQqQ/s320/DSCN5551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did the other side, which was a little easier the second time around. Done! That is &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdi6KQAhCD0/TgOvgnFgpHI/AAAAAAAADQY/5vCqGvShbW0/s1600/DSCN5555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621529734671279218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdi6KQAhCD0/TgOvgnFgpHI/AAAAAAAADQY/5vCqGvShbW0/s320/DSCN5555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivey and Suzi came home from Grandma and Grandpa's house and right away Ivey tried out the new cover by jumping on it with her shoes. It still does wrinkle and bunch, but it's a lot easier to pull it back into place now! My mom was impressed. She said I have some Mammie in me (her grandmother). As a child my mom would point out a dress she liked in the store, and Mammie would sketch it off and sew it for her when they got home. I can't currently do that, as much as I would love to. I do have some hope though, because Mammie was a grandmother when she did that and I am only 27 (well, next month I will be). I've got time to develop my skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-9122886211833001610?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9122886211833001610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=9122886211833001610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9122886211833001610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/9122886211833001610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/turning-aggravating-blankets-into.html' title='Turning aggravating blankets into a custom slipcover'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftRYjSQ7M8/TgOUTlYSplI/AAAAAAAADOA/Wn1IuiwcwHE/s72-c/DSCN5525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1693872526688565655</id><published>2011-06-20T18:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:27:10.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement:  End of week 4, start of 5</title><content type='html'>I am just not that on top of things lately.  Maybe this week will be a little better.  Even though I didn't post a follow-up for week 4 on Friday, I do have photos to prove that I'm working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyobfO39ET4/Tf_SccJfaoI/AAAAAAAADNo/yu6YLh2GNQE/s1600/DSCN5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyobfO39ET4/Tf_SccJfaoI/AAAAAAAADNo/yu6YLh2GNQE/s320/DSCN5511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620442246015838850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our sandbox open and it rained, and I thought that would be fun (and messy!) to play in.  It didn't disappoint.  The girls made their own little beach and danced on it.  Wet sand does feel nice.  This occupied them for about an hour and then it was bath time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56ICQCXEJ-A/Tf_Sc9ROG5I/AAAAAAAADNw/ZtVVw93XUoM/s1600/DSCN5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56ICQCXEJ-A/Tf_Sc9ROG5I/AAAAAAAADNw/ZtVVw93XUoM/s320/DSCN5514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620442254906629010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we took a church trip up to a camp in the mountains and had a lot of fun.  Jordan took Suzi (and a couple of other kids) out in a canoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5n0TPqwRMQs/Tf_SdUyT5dI/AAAAAAAADN4/ty2YDVvC1h8/s1600/DSCN5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5n0TPqwRMQs/Tf_SdUyT5dI/AAAAAAAADN4/ty2YDVvC1h8/s320/DSCN5489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620442261219435986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ran in circles and generally got dirty and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--i3cwFLRpfI/Tf_ScOpngvI/AAAAAAAADNg/fDUSQkOBm0o/s1600/DSCN5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--i3cwFLRpfI/Tf_ScOpngvI/AAAAAAAADNg/fDUSQkOBm0o/s320/DSCN5500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620442242392490738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been irritable lately and backsliding into yelling.  Ugh.  I hate it and I am still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establish a daily rhythm.  Eat together at the table, get up early to  fix breakfast, offer alternating opportunities for  expansion/contraction.  Improve environment so materials are more  accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting up early is going to be tough with Robert.  It's like even if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;get up early I might not be able to get much done.  Right now I usually sleep as long as I can and Jordan takes the baby after I've been nursing him on and off all night.  Maybe this week I'll try to get to bed a little earlier and see if I can be up by 6:30 to make breakfast and get prepared for the day.  Maybe if I work on establishing a daily rhythm for myself, it'll be easier to do it for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The dining room table could use a good cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I need to straighten up our toys, as I think some of them are mixed up and out of place.  There are some expansion/contraction opportunities there that might be going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) One thing holding me back is the difficulty of finding a good balance of having materials readily available to the kids, but also holding back enough so they don't turn the house into a disaster area and waste things.  I could put a ream of paper on their table and 20 minutes later each page would be scribbled on and tossed in the floor.  Any ideas on how to handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;need to add several clean-ups into our daily schedule, and learn how to keep my cool when the kids decide they don't want to help me.  I know for a fact that yelling and guilt will not help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sigh.  I guess I should write out a schedule.  Actually, I already have one somewhere (that we haven't used) so I'll probably start with that.  Maybe I'll post it in a day or two.  Writing a schedule is fun, but sticking to one is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1693872526688565655?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1693872526688565655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1693872526688565655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1693872526688565655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1693872526688565655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-end-of-week-4.html' title='Home(school) improvement:  End of week 4, start of 5'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyobfO39ET4/Tf_SccJfaoI/AAAAAAAADNo/yu6YLh2GNQE/s72-c/DSCN5511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-587155049114872789</id><published>2011-06-19T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:39:54.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>For Jordan on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2GQDqT9zmc/Tf34p6FFM7I/AAAAAAAADNQ/32zPahNK0c0/s1600/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2GQDqT9zmc/Tf34p6FFM7I/AAAAAAAADNQ/32zPahNK0c0/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619921308877140914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks once again to &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; for this photo and the next two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jordan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never, in three pregnancies, missed a prenatal appointment I asked you to go to with me.  Which was most of them, especially for the first two.  You also never complained about going to any Blessingway, maternity clothes shopping trip, or on a grocery store run for ice cream, lemons or brownie mix.  You just went with a smile on your face.  Even during missed sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, and still remember, the look in your eyes as I tried to push Suzi out in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never questioned whether I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;needed a homebirth the second time, because of the cost, because it required such a huge leap of faith out of our comfort zone.  Never wavered in your support.  When other people said things that stressed me out, you defended our choice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attended childbirth class with me faithfully.  Three different pregnancies, three different classes, hours and hours of education.  And for the last one you even read me my Hypnobabies scripts without the first giggle, serious as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You helped me make belly casts.  Offered to paint my toenails.  Told me you like the way I look with a baby in the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwKhDUaa0oY/Tf34otyd_TI/AAAAAAAADMw/aPM2faAbkYc/s1600/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwKhDUaa0oY/Tf34otyd_TI/AAAAAAAADMw/aPM2faAbkYc/s320/162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619921288397978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gracefully stayed quiet and out of the way when you sensed that was what I needed during my birthing time.  Focused on me and did whatever I asked.  Heat packs, rolling pins, counter pressure, just a quiet presence.  You respected the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching you hold our babies for the first time.  I held them first and you never rushed me for your turn.  With Suzi it was nervously perched in a hard hospital chair.  The second time was lying in bed cuddling Ivey with your shirt off.  And then by the third baby, it was in the water with me and you were an old pro.  It is amazing watching you fall in love with your babies, and grow wiser and stronger as a father and as a person.  You are such a strong, solid presence in our children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6aE6Ies9e8/Tf4HXPK0CxI/AAAAAAAADNY/da9b3Zz3Hfw/s1600/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6aE6Ies9e8/Tf4HXPK0CxI/AAAAAAAADNY/da9b3Zz3Hfw/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619937480795228946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the last two births you were in the kitchen encapsulating a placenta and telling me not to worry, it wasn't gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mastered the Moby Wrap and Ergo and even wear our lavender wrap without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTxMy9oBCS0/Tf34peAWoeI/AAAAAAAADNA/hkxev1ugBro/s1600/DSCN9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTxMy9oBCS0/Tf34peAWoeI/AAAAAAAADNA/hkxev1ugBro/s320/DSCN9274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619921301341118946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's also all the getting up early with the baby, and watching the kids so I can have a break, and taking them with you to the store during the first days after the baby was born and far, far beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5oOlCVqTcc/Tf34pmkydII/AAAAAAAADNI/pmHklVDkTj8/s1600/DSCN9507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5oOlCVqTcc/Tf34pmkydII/AAAAAAAADNI/pmHklVDkTj8/s320/DSCN9507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619921303641420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me and our children before yourself.  You're always there for us.  No wonder everybody loves you.  No wonder I want more children.  It couldn't be any more amazing, thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.  Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-587155049114872789?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/587155049114872789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=587155049114872789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/587155049114872789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/587155049114872789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-jordan-on-fathers-day.html' title='For Jordan on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2GQDqT9zmc/Tf34p6FFM7I/AAAAAAAADNQ/32zPahNK0c0/s72-c/IMG_1902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7220157627734872404</id><published>2011-06-14T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:17:16.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement week 4:  Expansion and contraction</title><content type='html'>Understanding the principles of expansion and contraction has helped me better understand my children and live more peacefully with them.  I've even learned a little more about myself and the way I feel and act.  Here's my personal understanding of this topic after reading about it in &lt;a href="http://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Curriculum/Kindergarten/The-Heart-of-Learning-p2245.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and observing it in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expansion - open-ended activity for the sake of exploration and relaxation, with no goal in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;sandbox play&lt;br /&gt;water play&lt;br /&gt;wire maze&lt;br /&gt;trampoline&lt;br /&gt;play-doh&lt;br /&gt;playing/talking to other children&lt;br /&gt;nature walk&lt;br /&gt;miscellaneous outdoor time&lt;br /&gt;playing dress-up&lt;br /&gt;"free play" in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contraction - focusing attention and effort with a certain outcome in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;puzzles&lt;br /&gt;reading books&lt;br /&gt;sitting and doing a lesson, once we start this in the fall&lt;br /&gt;helping me cook something&lt;br /&gt;helping with chores such as picking up toys&lt;br /&gt;singing songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little confusing because one activity might be either expansion or contraction depending on how you handle it.  Say to a child "build me a mermaid out of this play-doh" and that's contraction.  Just squishing it into random shapes and feeling it in your hands would be expansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am on the right track but correct me if I'm wrong.  For some reason when I first read about these two principles, I envisioned alternating equally between the two.  I soon noticed, after paying attention to how we experience expansion and contraction every day, that it's different for everyone.  Suzi needs mostly expansion.  She loves playing in the sandbox, in the yard, and with open-ended toys inside.  Right now she is playing with a wire bead maze and singing a song about what the beads are doing.  Today has been a pretty good day, we are more than halfway through it, and there might have been 30 minutes total of contraction activities so far.  Suzi and I worked on a puzzle for about ten minutes and later we read books together.  Because Ivey is not even two yet, about 15 minutes a day of contraction is all I can really expect.  It usually happens while we read.  When she gets tired of focusing, she wanders off or flips through a different book on her own while I read to Suzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I can tell when we need to change from expansion to contraction because the girls have become irritable and have begun to fight over little things.  Another sign is when Suzi says "I don't know what to do."  This is probably the equivalent of boredom, and directing her to another expansion activity usually does not help.  When this happens, I stop what I am doing if possible and spend some time with them.  We sing songs together or read some books.  (With Suzi, I sometimes start a craft or other activity with a goal, but Ivey is still too little for most of this.)  They seem to enjoy having something to focus on and when we are done they are ready to move on with renewed interest to another expansion activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious when they have become too contracted and need to change to an expansion activity.  Ivey will usually move herself to a new activity easily and there is no need to think about it.  Suzi begins to get frustrated with what she is doing.  Frequently she says she doesn't want to do it anymore and moves on.  Simple!  From what I've seen, the friction comes when an adult tries to keep a child in contraction for longer than they can comfortably stay. I have observed this while trying to let my kids help me in the kitchen.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, stir this!  Pour that!  Wait for my instructions.  Okay, cut this fruit. Now throw it in the bowl, and...  Wait a minute, where are you going?  &lt;/span&gt; The child just can't focus as long as an adult. I recently changed the way I treat my children in the kitchen.  They can help and learn, but it needs to be 5% contraction and 95% expansion.  Here, Suzi and Ivey "help" by playing freely with bits of ingredients on the counter as I bake Robert's birthday cake--and we all had so much fun.  After reading about expansion and contraction, I can see why this approach worked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQF2fKBVgJ0/TfdoMgNIpNI/AAAAAAAADMo/GuLxjPjEpbw/s1600/DSCN8934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQF2fKBVgJ0/TfdoMgNIpNI/AAAAAAAADMo/GuLxjPjEpbw/s320/DSCN8934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618073624180729042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we start doing homeschool lessons, I will be careful not to overdo contraction activities with Suzi.  A few minutes to an hour of focused effort a day for lessons is enough.  I will also try to work her expansion/contraction cycles to our advantage by waiting until a time when she is naturally coming back into contraction to start lessons.  This usually occurs mid-morning after outdoor play time, and again a couple of hours after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this already without really focusing.  I've greatly increased the girls' outdoor time and can see now when it might be beneficial to offer a directed, structured activity. There are still a couple of things I'd like to accomplish this week and beyond, and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Compile a list of good expansion and contraction activities, and collect the materials for some of them.  I would love to have a closet dedicated to these things with a list of activities taped to the inside of the door.  That is my vision.  But, alas, we have no free closets.  Perhaps someday we will live in a bigger place.  Please leave a comment with your ideas and the activities your family enjoys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Continue on in my quest to become unafraid of messes.  If you're not sure what I'm talking about, check out &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-hot.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Megan.  I need to be more like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  And then I need to think of some (somewhat controlled) ways to make messes.  Messes are excellent expansion opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I was going to read more about expansion and contraction, but there is surprisingly little online about it and that's where I do most of my reading.  I think I'll re-read that part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of Learning &lt;/span&gt;while considering what I've observed with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update coming Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7220157627734872404?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7220157627734872404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7220157627734872404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7220157627734872404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7220157627734872404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-week-4-expansion.html' title='Home(school) improvement week 4:  Expansion and contraction'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQF2fKBVgJ0/TfdoMgNIpNI/AAAAAAAADMo/GuLxjPjEpbw/s72-c/DSCN8934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7717521736292872911</id><published>2011-06-10T20:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:12:09.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement week 3:  Update on feeding the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfTNKonk3E/TfKsbkj2SXI/AAAAAAAADMY/QeFMGUUH1II/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfTNKonk3E/TfKsbkj2SXI/AAAAAAAADMY/QeFMGUUH1II/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616741274954910066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cakes by Suzi.  Very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t3HT7Qk2yM/TfKsajlLxZI/AAAAAAAADMA/snP03b7HH10/s1600/DSCN5315.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to make this fast.  The girls are in bed and it's Jenny and Jordy time.  I'll go through this point-by-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Plan.  I decided to have millet pilaf (again, from &lt;a href="http://themagiconions.blogspot.com/2010/08/discovering-waldorf-grain-of-day.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;) for lunch Wednesday since we had plenty of squash in the fridge.  I'd made it once before.  I'd been meaning to do something with rye for Thursday, and didn't want to bake bread, so I decided to try out this &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Rye-Borscht/Detail.aspx"&gt;rye borscht recipe&lt;/a&gt; I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Shop.  I did this Wednesday morning, and it went great!  A lady stopped to compliment my Maya Wrap ring sling and ask about my children.  A man gave red balloons to the girls.  Ivey rode happily in the cart while Suzi walked and helped pick up what we needed, and I taught her how to look for a good deal.  I even bought chicken breasts, and I think that's the first time I've ever bought (raw) meat all by myself.  The hardest part was getting the kids and groceries all into the house when we got home.  I let the girls help me carry stuff.  Ivey dragged the bag with the chicken in it until the plastic on the inner packaging wore through, but it was okay because we used it that night.  I think I will do the grocery shopping with the kids most of the time from now on, because it saves family time with Jordan and expedites dinner prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Cook dinner as a family.  Um.  This one is hardest. Right now it could be dangerous for the girls to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;help.  Boiling water and sharp knives, you know?  I am cool with letting my children help as long as it's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgqaGbam_1M/TfKscLtJL0I/AAAAAAAADMg/TJHlTJfBbgs/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgqaGbam_1M/TfKscLtJL0I/AAAAAAAADMg/TJHlTJfBbgs/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616741285462880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  Totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMHLONdXZkU/TfKsbedB7fI/AAAAAAAADMQ/8Tbuikfcvxk/s1600/DSCN5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMHLONdXZkU/TfKsbedB7fI/AAAAAAAADMQ/8Tbuikfcvxk/s320/DSCN5300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616741273315700210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are helping their Grandma snap green beans, which she then helped us can.  The bean prep is fine, but once you get to the canning part?  That is a prime example of something that just does not lend itself to being accomplished with three children around!  It got done but we spent the whole time shooing them out of the kitchen when they really wanted to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what I need to work on is creating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real work &lt;/span&gt;for the girls to do alongside me that is also safe.  So here's what I think I'm going to do.  I'm going to clean my counter off really well, let the girls sit across from me while I'm in the kitchen, and give them veggies to cut with butter knives (whatever I'm working with at the time).  This would've been great to do while Jordan and I prepared borscht.  Also, I should have foreseen how long all those vegetables would take to chop and done that ahead of time, before Jordan got home, and refrigerated them in bowls until it was time to start boiling the soup.  So I still need to work on planning a little, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t3HT7Qk2yM/TfKsajlLxZI/AAAAAAAADMA/snP03b7HH10/s1600/DSCN5315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t3HT7Qk2yM/TfKsajlLxZI/AAAAAAAADMA/snP03b7HH10/s320/DSCN5315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616741257512207762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq58nGuJ1pM/TfKsa-oWNJI/AAAAAAAADMI/OwuNqeLJ5YA/s1600/DSCN5317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq58nGuJ1pM/TfKsa-oWNJI/AAAAAAAADMI/OwuNqeLJ5YA/s320/DSCN5317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616741264773231762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we did make the borscht, and it took forever, but it made a HUGE stock pot of soup.  We put all this in the freezer and had enough in the fridge to eat leftovers tonight besides.  So now we can pull our borscht out on Rye Thursdays until it runs out, and then I have some ideas for improvements.  Jordan would like meat added, for one.  Lesson learned:  Any recipe that calls for an entire head of cabbage is going to make a heck of a lot of food!  Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I would love to have a little child-sized section of our kitchen (I saw this on a Montessori blog, but I can't find it now, sorry!) but that won't work for us.  We have a dog who would love to clean off a low table of food, and besides, our kitchen is too small.  We do have a nice big counter though, so I think I'll take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I have plenty to work on when I go through this point for the second time.  But I do think I improved, considering how behind I was to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  #4 - Expansion and contraction.  Work to better understand these concepts and  discover new ways to offer both experiences when needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7717521736292872911?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7717521736292872911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7717521736292872911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7717521736292872911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7717521736292872911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-week-3-update-on.html' title='Home(school) improvement week 3:  Update on feeding the family'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfTNKonk3E/TfKsbkj2SXI/AAAAAAAADMY/QeFMGUUH1II/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4525247805696318032</id><published>2011-06-07T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:30:02.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>A cleaning trick that works for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other morning I woke up and came downstairs to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTn_Ac-yiNE/TebBDSz_uEI/AAAAAAAADLI/-Yved2s2Qjo/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTn_Ac-yiNE/TebBDSz_uEI/AAAAAAAADLI/-Yved2s2Qjo/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613386247897593922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been much worse at times.  Just imagine this photo, but with cereal strewn across the floor, puddles of water here and there, a path of broken crayons, and a few more toys scattered about.  This angle doesn't do it justice.  You can't see the dirty dishes and junk piled on the end tables.  It's just the way things are with three little kids, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stresses me out to have things so messy, and the main problem is it's hard to tell where to start. I tried several different systems and came up with one I like.  I can wake up in the morning, come downstairs to a big mess, and within 20 minutes have my day back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I get a timer set for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five minutes&lt;/span&gt;.  Each step should take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;that long.  If I finish one step with time still left, I work on one of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Run around with a trash bag and throw all the garbage you see into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Grab all the dirty dishes and throw them in the sink, and then get started washing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Collect all the dirty clothes and get a load going in the washer.  Start folding anything that might be in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Put things away and straighten up the main room, as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't fix everything, but once 20 minutes is up my living room looks more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgAnOGrtSbQ/TebBDm3VHEI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Uchh5e6zvoc/s1600/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgAnOGrtSbQ/TebBDm3VHEI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Uchh5e6zvoc/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613386253280287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the house looks decent, dirty dishes are all in one place, and laundry is underway!  From here I have a much easier time seeing what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a system you use to help with cleaning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4525247805696318032?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4525247805696318032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4525247805696318032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4525247805696318032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4525247805696318032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/cleaning-trick-that-works-for-me.html' title='A cleaning trick that works for me'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTn_Ac-yiNE/TebBDSz_uEI/AAAAAAAADLI/-Yved2s2Qjo/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-306743820229573058</id><published>2011-06-06T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:24:01.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement week 3:  Feeding the family better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where we are now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up eating home-cooked meals but never got into the joy of cooking.  Only now am I truly starting to become interested in it.  Meals at our house frequently begin with a sigh and Jordan and I asking one another "so... what are we going to eat?"  I will bust my butt cleaning and be so pleased with what I've accomplished at the end of the day, but totally forget about dinner!  Not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week's goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)  Plan.  I think my biggest problem is the lack of a plan.  I am usually busy with other things and don't make it a priority.  I'd like to think two or three days in advance, go through my kitchen to see what we need to use, and plan what to cook around that.  We are also doing the Waldorf grain of the day when it's convenient, and I love it.  I'm discovering some of these grains for the first time.  It's so nice to have them to inspire me and give me a little direction!  I want to post more on the grains later, but for now here is a &lt;a href="http://themagiconions.blogspot.com/2010/08/discovering-waldorf-grain-of-day.html"&gt;wonderful post&lt;/a&gt; on them which helped me get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Shop.  I am pretty scared of going to the store alone with all three kids.  It's hard with two, and could definitely go horribly awry with three.  But Jordan gets home at 5:00 and that's a terrible time to take the kids shopping.  They are ready to spend time with Daddy, eat and wind down for bed at that time, not shop and then wait around for dinner to be prepared after we get home.  So I'm going to try to take them all shopping.  Pray for me.  No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Cook dinner as a family.  I'd like to make dinner preparation a happy, fun family time and instill a love of cooking in my children at a young age.  Most meals can wait until Jordan gets home for preparation to begin.  Sometimes I'll let the girls help me before he gets home, but other times it would be better to wait than to start something that would end up stressing us all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's parents just brought us a bunch of vegetables from their farm, and it couldn't have come at a better time!  I'm going to look up recipes online and see what I can make with squash, corn, potatoes, peaches, etc.  My first shopping trip alone with the three kids will be today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update coming Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-306743820229573058?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/306743820229573058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=306743820229573058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/306743820229573058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/306743820229573058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-week-3-feeding.html' title='Home(school) improvement week 3:  Feeding the family better'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1103639113007942218</id><published>2011-06-04T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:33:06.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement:  Update on connecting, not yelling</title><content type='html'>Note:  I really did write this Friday, but we've been really busy so I didn't get a chance to post!  Lots of pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wednesday was awesome.  I prayed for patience Tuesday night and Wednesday, I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read chapter one of Naomi Aldort's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raising Our Children, Raising Ourselves&lt;/span&gt;.  It took me a long time while watching the kids and spending time with them, but I got a lot out of it.  The main thing was something I already knew but needed to review:  When upset, I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOP &lt;/span&gt;for a minute and let my first impulse run silently through my head.  It is not what I want to say.  When I am done and can respond calmly, I should move my attention to my child and handle things from there.  I did so well with this Wednesday!  I'm planning to go back through chapter one and highlight my favorite parts to look over again when I'm having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, there were several tests throughout the day and especially at difficult times that normally would have gotten the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivey asked to sit on the toilet.  While she was sitting there, I decided to make up our bed.  Then she called for help, asking for more paper.  When I looked, she'd unrolled all the toilet paper that was left on the roll and stuffed it between her legs into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was outside taking the cloth diapers off the clothesline, Ivey piled the dog's bowl full of food even though she'd already fed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi broke off a piece of our &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/crafted-for-play-tent.html"&gt;tent&lt;/a&gt; and was running around the living room waving it over her head while Ivey cried under the collapsing structure.  All while I was trying to talk on the phone with my mom and take care of Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These might not seem that bad but I have a low tolerance for chaos, and I am proud that I kept calm through all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was wonderful, too.  I got a lot of work done in the morning while the kids played outside.  Then we went to our babywearing meeting, and Suzi had a couple of little meltdowns.  I used my new techniques for validating her feelings from the book I'm reading, and it worked, and I felt we were immediately closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day at my parents' house making birthday cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Kids need nearly unlimited outdoor play time.  Let them do what they want out there, as long as it's not hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Assigning innocent intention is BIG.  It helps to understand that Ivey really just wanted to wipe her butt; she only wanted to make sure the dog didn't go hungry; and four-year-old Suzi was so immersed in a game of pretend that she didn't notice she'd taken apart the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I don't need to fall all over myself trying to make someone else's child feel better when there's been a disagreement and my child is upset.  Especially when she has done nothing wrong.  Especially at her expense.  Her feelings matter and I am responsible for hearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her, &lt;/span&gt;not someone else's child.  (Nothing specific happened, just something I realized.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  It is such a privilege to listen to their problems and heal their hurt feelings and hold them.  I love doing it.  Maybe I didn't fully recognize this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  This is getting easier the more I practice it.  For some reason I didn't expect that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week:  #3, Feed our family better.  I'm a little nervous, but we've already gotten started so I think it's attainable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1103639113007942218?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1103639113007942218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1103639113007942218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1103639113007942218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1103639113007942218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeschool-improvement-update-on.html' title='Home(school) improvement:  Update on connecting, not yelling'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7807853539565071549</id><published>2011-05-31T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:35:00.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement:  Update on #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5mxDBquXpU/TeVBwCxPktI/AAAAAAAADKo/MUL3-iKT7HU/s1600/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5mxDBquXpU/TeVBwCxPktI/AAAAAAAADKo/MUL3-iKT7HU/s320/DSCN0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612964804220130002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tr_yFXP_i8/TeVBw37z4VI/AAAAAAAADLA/0iO1MzMhnqo/s1600/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tr_yFXP_i8/TeVBw37z4VI/AAAAAAAADLA/0iO1MzMhnqo/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612964818491531602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was lovely.  Jordan took off work at 1:00 and we took the kids to the zoo for Suzi's birthday.  We had such a good time, and while we were there we purchased a family membership, so for the next year we'll go to the zoo a lot.  It'll be the perfect way to break up a week and spend time together, particularly when the weather gets cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been hard.  I decided to make a pinata for Suzi's birthday party today, and because I let the girls help me (of course!) they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to have a bath when we were done.  This was probably too much activity for me to take on in one day.  I got kind of snippy--probably set myself up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_w_OMbo9jA/TeVBwWYys_I/AAAAAAAADK4/OucmtN0kTpw/s1600/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_w_OMbo9jA/TeVBwWYys_I/AAAAAAAADK4/OucmtN0kTpw/s320/DSCN0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612964809486283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLs7NiwlhQI/TeVBwQlHz8I/AAAAAAAADKw/e7W8ilnk2so/s1600/DSCN0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLs7NiwlhQI/TeVBwQlHz8I/AAAAAAAADKw/e7W8ilnk2so/s320/DSCN0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612964807927386050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinatas hanging out to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the contrast between a day Jordan is home by 1:30 and a day he isn't home until 5:00 made me realize that I frequently fall apart midday.  It would probably help to give all of us some kind of break shortly after lunch.  Today I took the girls outside after lunch (so I could put another layer on the pinata).  Right after coming inside seems like a good time to read some books and maybe see if I can get the girls to lie down for a little while.  If I could manage to get the girls to take a nap or read some books or even just stay upstairs and play quietly for 20 minutes or so while I grab some coffee and read a book, I think I could be a much nicer mother to them in the afternoon.  It would also remove the temptation to show them a movie the last hour or two before Jordan comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some things to think about.  I'm going to get started reading my book now while Robert naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7807853539565071549?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7807853539565071549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7807853539565071549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7807853539565071549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7807853539565071549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-update-on-2.html' title='Home(school) improvement:  Update on #2'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5mxDBquXpU/TeVBwCxPktI/AAAAAAAADKo/MUL3-iKT7HU/s72-c/DSCN0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-6280636858401196804</id><published>2011-05-30T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:17:46.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement week 2:  Don't yell, connect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExdwqqgZZFU/TeN8bIyS09I/AAAAAAAADKg/Bdwp4zmwZWA/s1600/DSCN9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExdwqqgZZFU/TeN8bIyS09I/AAAAAAAADKg/Bdwp4zmwZWA/s320/DSCN9704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612466366290514898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Suzi's fourth birthday today!   I love her so much and am so thankful for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week's goal, and where we are now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-ways-im-not-very-good-at-natural.html"&gt;#1 thing I hate and want to change&lt;/a&gt; is that I yell at my kids.  I know the techniques.  Lock myself in the bathroom until the urge to scream and pull my hair out subsides.  Count to ten.  Take a moment to silently imagine your knee-jerk reaction playing out, then take a deep breath and react calmly.  These things and others have indeed helped me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, you know.  I've got three kids.  It's not a matter of implementing these things just several times a day and then saying &lt;i&gt;whew!  Glad that's over!  &lt;/i&gt;No.  It's nearly constant.  And when I've got the baby in the ring sling and am changing a diaper/helping someone in the bathroom and the other child picks that &lt;i&gt;exact moment &lt;/i&gt;to throw a fit or make a big mess or whatever, it's hard to think.  Right now, on a good day, I can usually handle things well for most of the day.  Then I get tired and start running out of patience.  It's not just me, either.  Jordan and the grandparents also seem to have a hard time.  And I am with them all day (8-5), five days in a row, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I want to change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't honestly know how much I can improve upon this in a week, but I'm going to try. Here's what I'm going to at least start consciously working on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Adjusting my expectations.  Do you ever catch yourself expecting your little kid to behave like an adult?  I sometimes do.  A reality check on what is developmentally normal for the child's age can help.  A young child isn't able to think things through fully and they are still working on gaining control of their bodies.  &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt; of my best friends has an admirable amount of patience with children, both hers and other people's, and something I've always noticed is that she doesn't let little things bother her.  I'm going to try to remember to ask myself, before I tell the kids to stop doing something, &lt;i&gt;why &lt;/i&gt;I am upset by it.  Is it mildly annoying but I could let it slide?  Or is it dangerous and I need to take action?  There are many battles I wish I'd never started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  I want to read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Our-Children-Ourselves-relationships/dp/1887542329/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1306752929&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raising Our Children, Raising Ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again, this time all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Listen more than I talk.  When there's conflict and I stop myself from fussing at the girls long enough to listen, I frequently come to understand things much better.  This leads to a peaceful resolution a lot faster.  Also, I think I get so hung up on taking action right away when there's a conflict that I don't give myself time to think of what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  I know all the other items on my home(school) improvement list will help with this as well.  I'm going to continue to work on &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-week-1-present.html"&gt;#1&lt;/a&gt;.  It's coming, just slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have issues with patience too?  What do you do about it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for the follow-up Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-6280636858401196804?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6280636858401196804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=6280636858401196804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/6280636858401196804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/6280636858401196804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-week-2-dont-yell.html' title='Home(school) improvement week 2:  Don&apos;t yell, connect'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExdwqqgZZFU/TeN8bIyS09I/AAAAAAAADKg/Bdwp4zmwZWA/s72-c/DSCN9704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3876119011409906403</id><published>2011-05-27T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:37:25.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement, week one progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPX8Zk3CW40/TeBK8tKJM7I/AAAAAAAADKA/SAiA6--gDQU/s1600/DSCN9749.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbukXhHTVTw/TeBK8U_jxYI/AAAAAAAADJ4/kPiPACz3U5g/s1600/DSCN9743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbukXhHTVTw/TeBK8U_jxYI/AAAAAAAADJ4/kPiPACz3U5g/s320/DSCN9743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611567535991539074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qNV4scnLck/TeBK87CI3PI/AAAAAAAADKQ/l_W1noNphgE/s1600/DSCN9761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qNV4scnLck/TeBK87CI3PI/AAAAAAAADKQ/l_W1noNphgE/s320/DSCN9761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611567546202905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6qz1lZfMI/TeBK88ovLJI/AAAAAAAADKI/X_Zu31MQUOM/s1600/DSCN9752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6qz1lZfMI/TeBK88ovLJI/AAAAAAAADKI/X_Zu31MQUOM/s320/DSCN9752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611567546633235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't this week, but now our art time is a little different after reading The Heart of Learning.  I used to hand them the supplies and run off to do other stuff, but now I stick around and help.  Suzi comes up with an idea and I help, or even make a project of my own (see snake above).  Getting involved makes a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started the week with a big burst of energy and enthusiasm.  On Monday I took the girls outside for a while in the morning, had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;time doing circle time, and read 20 or more books.  We had a wonderful day, and at the end of it I was so, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was tie-dyeing at my parents' house, a project we are doing for Suzi's 4th birthday party.  I was not present with the girls, but my parents were and they had a good time visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was our best day.  I took the girls outside from about 8:45 - 11:00, which was the only feasible time to do so because it was so hot.  I got laundry going in the house and walked around with Robert while they played.  Near the end of playtime, Suzi started a little game of pretend and told me I was the king.  She wanted me to "talk like a king."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had fun.  I tried to get some of my make-believe skills back.  Then Ivey helped me hang the cloth diapers on the line.  When we went inside, we tried to do circle time but Baby Robert cried through a lot of it.  I decided to cook bulgur wheat for lunch, something we'd never had before.  When I looked for bowls, I discovered we were behind on doing dishes.  We would have to use a couple of bowls out of a graduated set that were really more for cooking.  That left us with small, medium, and large bowls and I took the opportunity to tell Goldilocks and the Three Bears.  I told Suzi I was Daddy Bear, Ivey was Mama Bear, and she was Baby Bear (according to bowl size) and we were eating porridge.  She loved it, requested a repeat performance of the story, and ate all her "porridge" without complaint.  Then she ran off and continued to play Baby Bear for the rest of the afternoon.  Days don't get much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:  Thursday.  I took the kids to the botanical gardens to walk with a &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and her baby.  This is our new Thursday activity, and last week the girls loved it.  This week Suzi whined through most of the walk, telling us she wanted to go home.  (Clearly she doesn't appreciate that it would be ten times easier for me if we stayed home in the first place!)  Every little thing seemed to irritate her.  It was just not Suzi's day.  We went home, ate lunch, and she took a nap.  Then we read "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."  I was so tired after this one.  Trying my hardest to get my kids some exercise and outdoor time and be present with them and only getting whined at in return makes my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hasn't been any better, unfortunately.  It rained too much last night for us to go outside, and the baby has wanted to nurse and sleep all day and cries every time I put him down.  I don't really want to wear the baby after doing it so much already this week.  The girls wouldn't pay attention when I tried to do circle time.  I also had to get up really early this morning so I'm tired.  The girls are wrecking the house and fighting and I am yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I knew I wasn't going to be perfect, especially right off the bat.  Clearly I need to work on techniques for handling stress and keeping patience on a difficult day.  I want to figure out how to start over fresh when things get off on the wrong foot in the morning.  I also know that some of my objectives are intertwined, and once I establish a good daily rhythm and get started earlier in the morning, this will be easier too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make the kids the center of the day, and all the chores will fall into place.  Worrying over chores all day won't get them done any faster.&lt;br /&gt;2) Right before circle time is a good time to pick up toys together.  I told the kids "oops, there is nowhere to sit!"  We all pitched in so we could move on.&lt;br /&gt;3) Suzi will do lots of things if I speak in a "king" voice and command it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't freak out over sand being dumped out of the sandbox, just give Suzi a tiny broom and dustpan and let her put it back in.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a long, long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg21x_o4eD8/TeBK9A17MHI/AAAAAAAADKY/LnuTiomuMJQ/s1600/DSCN9892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg21x_o4eD8/TeBK9A17MHI/AAAAAAAADKY/LnuTiomuMJQ/s320/DSCN9892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611567547762290802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close with a picture of Ivey.  One afternoon recently she fell asleep eating.  This is about how I felt by 5:00 today!  Hopefully next week will go a little smoother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3876119011409906403?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3876119011409906403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3876119011409906403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3876119011409906403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3876119011409906403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-week-one.html' title='Home(school) improvement, week one progress'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbukXhHTVTw/TeBK8U_jxYI/AAAAAAAADJ4/kPiPACz3U5g/s72-c/DSCN9743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2433300887065293047</id><published>2011-05-22T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:58:56.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement week 1:  Present with my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week's goal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time truly present with my kids.  Read more books, sing  more  songs, take walks and talk.  Cut back on movies and computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where we are now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is not a huge obstacle for me; just a little one.  I check email and Facebook a lot, but I try to make it quick.  When I do stay online for a long time, almost all of what I'm reading is parenting-related.  The baby is frequently nursing at the same time.  I don't play games or frequent any forums.  And the TV?  During the day it is off.  The only time it's on is if Jordan watches the news and doesn't turn it off before he leaves for work.  I used to let Suzi watch a movie every afternoon, but we are working on that and she didn't watch any this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the main obstacle?  There are two.  The biggest distraction for me is the urge to get things done.  It drives me nuts that there are toys all over the floor and I'd like to get them picked up before we do anything else.  Or there's this drawer I really want to clean out.  Or we might be running out of clean diapers.  It's so nice to see one cleaning task done that I sometimes get carried away and will clean almost all day.  The problem is I'm not including the children.  I just sort of halfheartedly answer their questions and shuffle them off to play while I clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big obstacle is that I dislike being forced into a game of make-believe.  I loved it as a child but I stink at it now. I'm not sure why, but it's kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)  Singing songs/circle time - Recently we've taken to singing songs together in the morning.  It sort of grew out of me sitting and nursing Robert, and not being able to do much else with the girls at the moment.  It's sort of what might be considered "circle time" if we were being formal about this.  I'd like to learn more songs and expand this time, and maybe include a discussion of the day of the week, weather, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Cleaning tools for the kids - To solve my problem of being distracted by housework, I'd like to get a set of little cleaning tools for the kids to use alongside me.  They both love to wipe things with a damp cloth, and what kid doesn't like to use a spray bottle?  I still have to do the housework, obviously, so this will allow me to be present with them while I do it.  Someone told me this idea a long time ago but I haven't really gotten around to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Take laptop outside with me - The kids like to play outside in the mornings, and I like to spend a little time online.  I am actually finishing this post in our backyard right now while they run around and play.  (Oh and I am also nursing Robert in the ring sling--multitasking!)  When we go back inside we can sing songs and get started on a fun activity!  I'd like to make it a point to get them outside as early as possible each day after breakfast.  Letting them run around a little while in the morning sets the tone for our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Make a felt story board - At a yard sale Saturday I bought a green felt puzzle mat for $1.  I'd like to mount it to a piece of foam core board and use felted sweater scraps to make little people and things we can use to tell a story.  Miss Ashley had one of these when we did our &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2010/02/noah-gnome.html"&gt;Waldorf group&lt;/a&gt;--but hers was fancy and made with expensive wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Make an effort to be more present with them during our time together.  This is the simplest and most important step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post Friday about how it's going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2433300887065293047?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2433300887065293047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2433300887065293047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2433300887065293047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2433300887065293047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-week-1-present.html' title='Home(school) improvement week 1:  Present with my children'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-5036857146443654776</id><published>2011-05-21T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:30:01.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Home(school) improvement:  a 10-week series</title><content type='html'>As I've &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/homeschooling-excited-and-making-plans.html"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt;, we've selected Oak Meadow as our homeschooling curriculum and will start officially this fall.  When I purchased the kindergarten set, I also ordered two &lt;a href="http://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Curriculum/Kindergarten/The-Heart-of-Learning-p2245.html"&gt;philosophical&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Curriculum/Kindergarten/K-3-Home-Teacher-s-Process-Manual-p2217.html"&gt;instructional&lt;/a&gt; books the home teacher is supposed to read.  I just finished The Heart of Learning, which explains the Oak Meadow approach and also gives lots of advice on parenting in general.  I loved it and it has helped me recognize some improvements I can make in our home.  We will not be starting main lessons until at least mid-August, but there is no way I will be able to go from where we are right now to the lovely homeschool experience I envision my children having overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five main changes I'd like to make, and they all will require us to establish habits.  This will take time and needs to be accomplished gradually for it to last.  I think the best way to handle this may be to spend a total of 10 weeks on these goals.  I will spend one week on each of my five points and then, once I've done all five, focus on each one for a second week.  By the time we finish it'll be August, and hopefully we will be ready to jump into homeschooling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my five goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Spend more time truly present with my kids.  Read more books, sing more  songs, take walks and talk.  Cut back on movies and computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Less yelling and more connecting.  When Suzi and Ivey are fighting for the umpteenth time in a day, it's so tempting to yell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop it!!!! &lt;/span&gt;and send Suzi to play in her room.  But when I keep my patience and listen to what the girls have to say, I frequently learn a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Feed our family better. I plan to implement the Waldorf grain of the day  and serve more fruits and vegetables.  This will involve more advance  planning and some new recipes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Expansion and contraction.  Work to better understand these concepts and discover new ways to offer both experiences when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Establish a daily rhythm.  Eat together at the table, get up early to fix breakfast, offer alternating opportunities for expansion/contraction.  Improve environment so materials are more accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about this will keep me accountable and help me remember where we started and how far we've come.  I think I will start #1 on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-5036857146443654776?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5036857146443654776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=5036857146443654776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5036857146443654776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5036857146443654776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeschool-improvement-10-week-series.html' title='Home(school) improvement:  a 10-week series'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4701519259002034575</id><published>2011-05-17T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:21:00.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Busier than ever before</title><content type='html'>It's been a hard few days. I have three pretty unpredictable kids who are all too little to be of any consistent help. There is no way to be prepared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;so that our day goes smoothly.  There will be poopy diapers when I am both nursing Robert and eating lunch, and loud arguments when the baby just settled in for a nap.  Stuff like that, all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just five short years, I will have a nine-year-old who can make her own sandwiches and pour her own water and dress herself (appropriately).  And I will also have a six-year-old and a five-year-old who can use the potty and pick up toys (hopefully).  Things will get easier, and I'll get better at this.  It's right on the horizon.  I can see it!  So I'm just trying to enjoy this time with three awesome, delightful littles.  Their sweetness makes all the messes worth it.  I know someday I'll miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivey says "I wanna nursie-booboo!"  And when I decline, she asks "Maybe later?"  I've been nursing her to sleep at night about half the time.  She calls Robert &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beeby Bobber.  &lt;/span&gt;We have to keep a close eye on her to make sure she's not poking him in the eye or turning over his bouncy seat with him in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also strangely good at burping the baby.  She says "burp burp, Beeby" and pats him gently on the back and can get him to burp even sometimes when I can't.  Then she holds one fat little hand up over her head and says "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKHCN8cjvTU/TdJwVCLD0aI/AAAAAAAADJw/BXBQ2tNtUCg/s1600/DSCN9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKHCN8cjvTU/TdJwVCLD0aI/AAAAAAAADJw/BXBQ2tNtUCg/s320/DSCN9626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607667992692511138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi's dance recital should've been this weekend, but she dropped out a few weeks ago.  She liked the class, but when they revealed the frilly, ultra-girly costumes she said no way.  It was so not her.  I'm not sorry though, because I don't want her to wear clothes she feels awful in.  She has her own unique sense of style (see above photo).  What are we teaching little girls, anyway, when we make them dress up for the delight of others despite what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; want?  Can we extrapolate that to the teenage years when girls want to dress to please boys?  I could do a separate post on this.  And later I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi seems excited about homeschooling and sometimes asks when we are going to start.  I'm excited, too.  I'm almost done reading &lt;a href="http://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Curriculum/Kindergarten/The-Heart-of-Learning-p2245.htmlhttp://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Curriculum/Kindergarten/The-Heart-of-Learning-p2245.html"&gt;The Heart of Learning&lt;/a&gt; and then I will start looking through the Oak Meadow kindergarten lesson plans and try to build a loose weekly schedule.  I love what I've read so far.  But that is also a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's good news:  The kids like to eat barley!  Who knew?  The bad news:  We are going to have to get laminate flooring.  As much as I like carpet, there's no way to keep it clean with little kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Robert?  Sometimes we catch a glimpse of a little half-smile, but no laughing or anything yet.  He's awake more and more now.  His eyes are going to stay blue, I think, and they are beautiful.  It's hard to tell if he is "easier" than his sisters or if we are just a little more practiced now.  Maybe both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the adjustment to having one child was much harder than the transition from one to two, or from two to three.  Figuring out how to parent in the first place was tough.  But boy are we busy these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4701519259002034575?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4701519259002034575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4701519259002034575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4701519259002034575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4701519259002034575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/busier-than-ever-before.html' title='Busier than ever before'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKHCN8cjvTU/TdJwVCLD0aI/AAAAAAAADJw/BXBQ2tNtUCg/s72-c/DSCN9626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-298326568707905256</id><published>2011-05-07T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:10:32.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>A craft for Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZn_yLhH1rA/TcXIwATNUJI/AAAAAAAADJo/nHIyG_yZi2U/s1600/DSCN9655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZn_yLhH1rA/TcXIwATNUJI/AAAAAAAADJo/nHIyG_yZi2U/s400/DSCN9655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604106038372290706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a photo on a blog of a &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/homeandgarden/2011/05/mothers-day-gift-idea-1/comment-page-2/#comments"&gt;birthstone tree of life&lt;/a&gt; necklace yesterday and loved it. It cost $200 though! So I went to my favorite local craft shop and bought some sterling wire, crystals and a little pearl to represent our birthstones, plus mother of pearl for the top. Before Jordan got home from work I'd finished these.  It wasn't that hard and I enjoyed doing something special for our moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ye5DDeOWKU/TcXIvqGeI-I/AAAAAAAADJY/2ATC9hWNWQg/s1600/DSCN9605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ye5DDeOWKU/TcXIvqGeI-I/AAAAAAAADJY/2ATC9hWNWQg/s400/DSCN9605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604106032413287394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KtIuERQZI4/TcXIv0FaEwI/AAAAAAAADJg/tQHRmroOhEE/s1600/DSCN9607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KtIuERQZI4/TcXIv0FaEwI/AAAAAAAADJg/tQHRmroOhEE/s400/DSCN9607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604106035093181186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took some of the leftover stuff and made myself the teeny one at the top of this post with a "moon" in it. Yep, I made myself a Mother's Day gift. I'm wearing it right now.  I think it turned out okay but I really want to try this again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'd already completed three of these, I googled and found &lt;a href="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/wire-wrapped-tree-of-life-ornament"&gt;this awesome tutorial at Cut Out + Keep&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really will &lt;/span&gt;have to try it again, because this lady has it all figured out and I so appreciate her sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were fun to make.  I'd highly recommend trying it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-298326568707905256?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/298326568707905256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=298326568707905256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/298326568707905256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/298326568707905256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/craft-for-mothers-day.html' title='A craft for Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZn_yLhH1rA/TcXIwATNUJI/AAAAAAAADJo/nHIyG_yZi2U/s72-c/DSCN9655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2944861189997510736</id><published>2011-05-04T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T07:16:00.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>WW:  Strawberry pickin' pics</title><content type='html'>This strawberry picking trip last Friday was my first big event out with all three kids.  I had help, though...  &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; took Aiden and Evie too and the other moms in our group were happy to hold the baby, or keep an eye on Ivey for a minute when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dG1hwn3ofsA/TcEsOdmt9mI/AAAAAAAADH4/AxeWfx81fhM/s1600/DSCN9425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dG1hwn3ofsA/TcEsOdmt9mI/AAAAAAAADH4/AxeWfx81fhM/s400/DSCN9425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602808038402422370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujwlSjrCHmo/TcEsOlvj3mI/AAAAAAAADIA/D1qAhyvcV4s/s1600/DSCN9431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujwlSjrCHmo/TcEsOlvj3mI/AAAAAAAADIA/D1qAhyvcV4s/s400/DSCN9431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602808040586993250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiVkiLifXd4/TcEsO73pvyI/AAAAAAAADII/ora4vfluif0/s1600/DSCN9437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiVkiLifXd4/TcEsO73pvyI/AAAAAAAADII/ora4vfluif0/s400/DSCN9437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602808046526512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUd5beH9uEg/TcEsPKeNT7I/AAAAAAAADIQ/A9WIyyelzhk/s1600/DSCN9440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUd5beH9uEg/TcEsPKeNT7I/AAAAAAAADIQ/A9WIyyelzhk/s400/DSCN9440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602808050446323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHPSs1TXLjU/TcEsPag0-5I/AAAAAAAADIY/yqYf10C3ECA/s1600/DSCN9447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHPSs1TXLjU/TcEsPag0-5I/AAAAAAAADIY/yqYf10C3ECA/s400/DSCN9447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602808054752279442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isFQPDu8Sd0/TcEwLzJ1AfI/AAAAAAAADIg/OLsQYzXJr3o/s1600/DSCN9449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isFQPDu8Sd0/TcEwLzJ1AfI/AAAAAAAADIg/OLsQYzXJr3o/s400/DSCN9449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602812390693732850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-radOYeaH0hY/TcEwMNaQX-I/AAAAAAAADIo/trwL-4uvH6Q/s1600/DSCN9452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-radOYeaH0hY/TcEwMNaQX-I/AAAAAAAADIo/trwL-4uvH6Q/s400/DSCN9452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602812397741957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and Evie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4kB6QFpops/TcEwMc3iZDI/AAAAAAAADIw/V3eOAErWvyM/s1600/DSCN9454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4kB6QFpops/TcEwMc3iZDI/AAAAAAAADIw/V3eOAErWvyM/s400/DSCN9454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602812401891304498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xLGnqELBaw/TcEwMvm8zgI/AAAAAAAADI4/w5xGvIYHGGY/s1600/DSCN9464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xLGnqELBaw/TcEwMvm8zgI/AAAAAAAADI4/w5xGvIYHGGY/s400/DSCN9464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602812406922006018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ3Y45ekUxA/TcEwM8synYI/AAAAAAAADJA/zXdj9sq-JyQ/s1600/DSCN9474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ3Y45ekUxA/TcEwM8synYI/AAAAAAAADJA/zXdj9sq-JyQ/s400/DSCN9474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602812410436164994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now look closely at these two--they are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNR-bqcoDEE/TcExWumVBYI/AAAAAAAADJI/x8Y2hx6Elyw/s1600/DSCN9482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNR-bqcoDEE/TcExWumVBYI/AAAAAAAADJI/x8Y2hx6Elyw/s400/DSCN9482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602813677961282946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0W-Njn6_30/TcExW5hCgsI/AAAAAAAADJQ/h5Iy0tBdl_w/s1600/DSCN9483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0W-Njn6_30/TcExW5hCgsI/AAAAAAAADJQ/h5Iy0tBdl_w/s400/DSCN9483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602813680891888322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2944861189997510736?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2944861189997510736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2944861189997510736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2944861189997510736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2944861189997510736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/ww-strawberry-pickin-pics.html' title='WW:  Strawberry pickin&apos; pics'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dG1hwn3ofsA/TcEsOdmt9mI/AAAAAAAADH4/AxeWfx81fhM/s72-c/DSCN9425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-5502550940645156233</id><published>2011-05-03T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:30:00.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay at home momhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 kids'/><title type='text'>So far today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwJRs2KEj8/TcAdfDKKwQI/AAAAAAAADHo/EtI9Jrxwkds/s1600/DSCN9522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwJRs2KEj8/TcAdfDKKwQI/AAAAAAAADHo/EtI9Jrxwkds/s400/DSCN9522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602510355710001410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama Susie and Robert meeting for the first time on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handled a major newborn poop blowout.  It was while his diaper was off, during a change.  This is my third child and I've never seen a kid get this kind of distance with a BM.  He got it in my hair but thankfully my face was out of the way.  Had to clean up our bassinet/changing station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke up at least ten sisterly disagreements including hair-pulling, pushing, hitting, baby doll custody battles and crying.  Sigh.  Is there a right way to do this?  Because I have no idea what it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped on at least one sharp toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubbed Jordan's dirty dishes from making buffalo wings but he got up with Robert this morning while I slept so I'm not really all that irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished at least three loads of laundry and started washing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightened up enough so that we can at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk &lt;/span&gt;through here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ivey pour her sippy cup water into plastic teacups and use it to wash her baby doll and decided I couldn't come up with a good enough reason to stop her, especially when she's having such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursed a baby boy and held him and loved him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Typed this post one-handed.  I am getting pretty good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been kind of a rough morning, but also good.  I got a lot done even though I'm not nearly finished.  In a little while we're going over to my parents' house to spend time with my grandma.  I'm calling it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-5502550940645156233?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5502550940645156233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=5502550940645156233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5502550940645156233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5502550940645156233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-far-today.html' title='So far today'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwJRs2KEj8/TcAdfDKKwQI/AAAAAAAADHo/EtI9Jrxwkds/s72-c/DSCN9522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7698528049592782879</id><published>2011-04-30T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:51:23.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Homeschooling:  Excited and making plans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faqhapT64xM/TbxwCcqWfmI/AAAAAAAADHg/rvbcil9lUiE/s1600/DSCN9440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faqhapT64xM/TbxwCcqWfmI/AAAAAAAADHg/rvbcil9lUiE/s400/DSCN9440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601475223897931362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went strawberry picking!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, this is related.  Sorta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi is going to be four a month from today.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four!  &lt;/span&gt;She's come such a long way since I wrote &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-want-to-homeschool-suzi.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on why I wanted to homeschool her.  We've decided it's time to officially get started, and in the fall, we will.  Here's what we've got so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  &lt;a href="http://www.oakmeadowbookstore.com/Kindergarten-c146/"&gt;Oak Meadow Kindergarten&lt;/a&gt; is the curriculum I've decided on.  I ordered it and some of the books are already here. It was expensive, but worth it.  I was public schooled and this is my first year officially teaching Suzi at home, so I have no idea what this should feel like.  While Suzi needs flexibility to stay interested in learning, I desperately need a plan.  Something to tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, Jenny, you're doing enough.  &lt;/span&gt;Oak Meadow will give us both what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I love, love some aspects of Waldorf.  I love the idea of having a color for each day and  I am brainstorming ways to use this in our daily routine.  I am thinking of making napkins in every color of the rainbow to use at breakfast each day.  I have a good idea for a table centerpiece, too.  It would be a wooden ring kind of like a &lt;a href="http://www.threesisterstoys.com/p-932-birthday-ring-rainbow.aspx"&gt;birthday ring&lt;/a&gt;, only wider, and it would be painted in sections in all the colors.  An adorable little &lt;a href="http://weefolkart.com/?q=node/187"&gt;gnome&lt;/a&gt; will sit on it and every morning we will move him to that day's color.  A candle can go in the middle of the ring.  Jordan is going to help me make this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Nature walks.  I want to do this more often, but for us it involves a car ride.  We can't safely walk out of our neighborhood, but there are lovely botanical gardens just a few minutes away, as well as a waterfront park on the lake.  Instead of a daily nature walk, it'll probably be a longer event taking place once a week and followed by a playdate.  On the rest of the days we can just take a walk in the neighborhood or play in the yard.  And some weeks, our nature walk will be replaced by a berry-picking day (see above) or maybe even a trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Legal stuff. I've been over this &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2010/01/homeschooling-legal-stuff.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;. Kindergarten is not required, but must be officially waived. Suzi wouldn't be going to kindergarten until fall of 2012 anyway. We will be using &lt;a href="https://insightsoneducation.org/SCHLaw.html"&gt;legal option 3&lt;/a&gt; for homeschooling, which means that we will join a home school association and submit records and a portfolio of Suzi's work.  (Standardized testing is offered but not required, and I'd rather not.)  Oak Meadow uses something called a main lesson book in which all of the child's creative work and lessons are done.  They sell books especially for this, but I am probably going to make my own. A three-ring binder filled with unlined paper would work. I am leaning towards doing official homeschool kindergarten rather than just waiving that year.  In any case, we won't need to worry about it this coming fall.  This first year we can just take it easy and get used to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  You might be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what about Ivey?  &lt;/span&gt;I plan to let her join in whenever she can, and when she can't I will try to find another (preferably related) activity for her to enjoy alongside Suzi.  Robert, of course, will ride in a wrap or watch from his bouncy seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My biggest goal:  Getting out of the house.  Having more playdates.  Making homeschool buddies.  Blowing that irritating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;socialization &lt;/span&gt;argument out of the water.  Discovering how many hands-on learning experiences we can come up with, at home and away.  Going berry-picking, to the zoo, to the children's museum, to plays, on overnight trips.  Letting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life itself &lt;/span&gt;be their education, and their inspiration and their motivation.  (Yeah--it's more than one goal.  But for me, this is the heart of all of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them.  I love being with them.  And I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you homeschool?  What was your first step?  What was the hardest part of getting started?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7698528049592782879?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7698528049592782879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7698528049592782879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7698528049592782879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7698528049592782879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/homeschooling-excited-and-making-plans.html' title='Homeschooling:  Excited and making plans!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-faqhapT64xM/TbxwCcqWfmI/AAAAAAAADHg/rvbcil9lUiE/s72-c/DSCN9440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4645027831175970357</id><published>2011-04-25T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:46:53.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>16 days old, plus random updates and pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twFX349K-FU/TbWtrjWmPJI/AAAAAAAADFw/8BCamA2K4Wo/s1600/DSCN9201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIJunJ1uSK4/TbWxLJpaJTI/AAAAAAAADHA/IiGe89QK9G8/s320/DSCN9397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599576516831356210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is going to be a ring sling baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmryylKB96I/TbWxLcqihFI/AAAAAAAADHI/vpYE-xef470/s320/DSCN9404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599576521936372818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?  He loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ID8RTQbdUJo/TbWxLmIDWbI/AAAAAAAADHQ/B9Rc-fgJFxs/s320/DSCN9401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599576524476078514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSM6yG0-1bs/TbWtsmwsfuI/AAAAAAAADGI/4KRcyB_Szw8/s320/DSCN9269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572693535719138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan likes the Moby, but today I tried the Maya Wrap Ring Sling and it worked much better for me.  I took the girls out in the backyard for about an hour and a half, fixed lunch, and read a book to the girls with minimal interruption.  See, I can totally do this.  And not only that, but it's going to be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2Z2n4Hahuc/TbWtsBlIlJI/AAAAAAAADGA/oHhRUJQ-oiI/s320/DSCN9253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572683555116178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddnVJv-JfhY/TbWts9mzfhI/AAAAAAAADGQ/HngNDItazSA/s320/DSCN9284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572699668250130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carey came and weighed Robert again a few days ago and he was up, I think, 13 ounces?  So he probably has gained over a pound by now.  And he's working on a double chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6BgNg1MJ9Q/TbWwB1YzMcI/AAAAAAAADGY/Uzh_r-XDpT4/s320/DSCN9288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599575257262535106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was sitting in church just thinking about how amazing this all is.  Three sweet children, and this little boy is just the sweetest, most wonderful little guy &lt;i&gt;ever.  &lt;/i&gt;I think he might end up looking like me after all, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7P7hYl2K7c/TbWwCB5BVUI/AAAAAAAADGg/ZlN3cfCsntA/s320/DSCN9325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599575260618904898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so excited &lt;/i&gt;to get the homeschool curriculum we've finally selected and get started with Suzi.  In one evening, I did several hours of reading and decided to go with &lt;a href="http://oakmeadow.com/"&gt;Oak Meadow&lt;/a&gt; (kindergarten). We won't be starting until the fall because the first "trimester" of lessons is seasonally appropriate for that time, but I'm still excited to start going through the books.  I'll post more about this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go change Robert's diaper in a minute, but here are some Easter photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the egg hunt on the 17th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twFX349K-FU/TbWtrjWmPJI/AAAAAAAADFw/8BCamA2K4Wo/s320/DSCN9201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572675441081490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z2tlNH1-G4/TbWtr3HsnKI/AAAAAAAADF4/9F1P9W-_sfw/s320/DSCN9211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572680747293858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What the Easter Bunny brought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-FuTDYpPdM/TbWwCJDIPUI/AAAAAAAADGo/VgGeWUWMFLA/s320/DSCN9351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599575262540348738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHeEmvt2UUM/TbWwCd_SizI/AAAAAAAADGw/fgFhJdMaZrQ/s320/DSCN9365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599575268161391410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Robert at the community sunrise service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHPd5i7cLhE/TbWwCxGg5KI/AAAAAAAADG4/ipuBNRZ7TfE/s320/DSCN9385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599575273291965602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4645027831175970357?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4645027831175970357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4645027831175970357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4645027831175970357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4645027831175970357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/16-days-old-plus-random-updates-and.html' title='16 days old, plus random updates and pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIJunJ1uSK4/TbWxLJpaJTI/AAAAAAAADHA/IiGe89QK9G8/s72-c/DSCN9397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2895917673646108519</id><published>2011-04-22T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:30:01.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>The sweet smell of Sculpey clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1x5uZNyrKM/TZySFiHXpvI/AAAAAAAAC_0/wwUDuUDSyPI/s1600/DSCN8826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1x5uZNyrKM/TZySFiHXpvI/AAAAAAAAC_0/wwUDuUDSyPI/s320/DSCN8826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592505461042030322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--BlfxwUPP-E/TZySFICIhSI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fm_mFzlPqlI/s1600/DSCN8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--BlfxwUPP-E/TZySFICIhSI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fm_mFzlPqlI/s320/DSCN8819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592505454040745250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1mY_xKHHp4/TZySE76htQI/AAAAAAAAC_k/R_tnR01On0E/s1600/DSCN8818.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I can remember using Sculpey clay I was in elementary school and was supposed to make a diorama of ocean life in a shoe box.  My mom bought me some Sculpey and helped me make a shark, a sea anemone, and a little orange fish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clay still smells the same now as it did then.  Full of possibilities and so easy to bake in the oven.  Suzi and I both love it and it's the perfect medium for a joint craft time.  Suzi plays with the clay and makes many different things before finally deciding her project is ready for baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1mY_xKHHp4/TZySE76htQI/AAAAAAAAC_k/R_tnR01On0E/s320/DSCN8818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592505450787616002" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not yet ready to bake, but she calls it "A Pile of Laundry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been a while since I'd used polymer clay but I decided to get it out one day while we were waiting on Robert and Ivey was sick.  It was the perfect quiet, not-too-messy craft activity.  Suzi's final project ended up being something sort of abstract that she called "a car and a little man" and I made the three bellies pictured above.  Later, I painted them with a satin glaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite art or craft activity to do with your kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2895917673646108519?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2895917673646108519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2895917673646108519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2895917673646108519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2895917673646108519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-smell-of-sculpey-clay.html' title='The sweet smell of Sculpey clay'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1x5uZNyrKM/TZySFiHXpvI/AAAAAAAAC_0/wwUDuUDSyPI/s72-c/DSCN8826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2560104266081607376</id><published>2011-04-20T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:00:07.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW:  My favorite photos from Robert's birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones I love but didn't put in my birth story posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npn2SoaEiAk/Ta4w_rlmpQI/AAAAAAAADDo/PD2Y2S_rwec/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npn2SoaEiAk/Ta4w_rlmpQI/AAAAAAAADDo/PD2Y2S_rwec/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465257458443522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8CamnYrD0/Ta4w_iTWVyI/AAAAAAAADDw/tQk6lEHioeY/s1600/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8CamnYrD0/Ta4w_iTWVyI/AAAAAAAADDw/tQk6lEHioeY/s400/IMG_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465254965958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbaHV2Q3s9k/Ta4xAFPsBTI/AAAAAAAADD4/AMXPY5qUkZE/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbaHV2Q3s9k/Ta4xAFPsBTI/AAAAAAAADD4/AMXPY5qUkZE/s400/IMG_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465264345842994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was actually during the most intense part, just a few minutes before Robert was born.   I love this one so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRn0ZEs1G7k/Ta4xAY5d0DI/AAAAAAAADEA/DJOH529Uovw/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRn0ZEs1G7k/Ta4xAY5d0DI/AAAAAAAADEA/DJOH529Uovw/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465269621346354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxrOOGJaJow/Ta4xAslM8vI/AAAAAAAADEI/McjIlIF8w_Q/s1600/IMG_1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxrOOGJaJow/Ta4xAslM8vI/AAAAAAAADEI/McjIlIF8w_Q/s400/IMG_1899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465274905064178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLhKimG2dGw/Ta4xliz-_9I/AAAAAAAADEQ/qCdAR335_pQ/s1600/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLhKimG2dGw/Ta4xliz-_9I/AAAAAAAADEQ/qCdAR335_pQ/s400/IMG_1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465907937869778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2S8wY_t1WA/Ta4xlpu5R8I/AAAAAAAADEY/YF_QlxiLQxk/s1600/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2S8wY_t1WA/Ta4xlpu5R8I/AAAAAAAADEY/YF_QlxiLQxk/s400/IMG_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465909795571650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMbeLM4HXh0/Ta4xmBkCjYI/AAAAAAAADEg/6W3vYOoXHtA/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMbeLM4HXh0/Ta4xmBkCjYI/AAAAAAAADEg/6W3vYOoXHtA/s400/IMG_1917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465916192492930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlhEZM5JB3w/Ta4xmQ87BsI/AAAAAAAADEo/OgDYCUbNI_4/s1600/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlhEZM5JB3w/Ta4xmQ87BsI/AAAAAAAADEo/OgDYCUbNI_4/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465920323389122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKiYzFV7su0/Ta4xm4QPS6I/AAAAAAAADEw/10_prxJ4SQI/s1600/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKiYzFV7su0/Ta4xm4QPS6I/AAAAAAAADEw/10_prxJ4SQI/s400/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465930873392034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku9TPd-qhB0/Ta4zgeSEG_I/AAAAAAAADFA/R2HLy2SoyvA/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku9TPd-qhB0/Ta4zgeSEG_I/AAAAAAAADFA/R2HLy2SoyvA/s400/IMG_1957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597468019845766130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44JsY2ipeQ8/Ta42dLWG5MI/AAAAAAAADFo/xqXxM0tCV8E/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44JsY2ipeQ8/Ta42dLWG5MI/AAAAAAAADFo/xqXxM0tCV8E/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471261757727938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PF160daQH50/Ta4zgqBWRYI/AAAAAAAADFI/FU8l7PM5o6o/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PF160daQH50/Ta4zgqBWRYI/AAAAAAAADFI/FU8l7PM5o6o/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597468022996878722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaDdP_3NTGM/Ta4z7ZxGXeI/AAAAAAAADFg/SB19-srcRVI/s1600/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaDdP_3NTGM/Ta4z7ZxGXeI/AAAAAAAADFg/SB19-srcRVI/s400/IMG_1999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597468482490228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; did such an amazing job of capturing the love and excitement at our birth.  I can't stop looking at these and every time I look I love them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-2560104266081607376?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2560104266081607376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=2560104266081607376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2560104266081607376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/2560104266081607376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/ww-my-favorite-photos-from-roberts.html' title='WW:  My favorite photos from Robert&apos;s birth'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npn2SoaEiAk/Ta4w_rlmpQI/AAAAAAAADDo/PD2Y2S_rwec/s72-c/IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3189486674535835209</id><published>2011-04-18T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:40:22.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Robert's Birth, part two:  I have a place where dreams are born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you missed part one, it's &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/roberts-birth-part-one-ordinary.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  All the photos in this post are by my awesome friend &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we had the TV and DVD player in our &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beautiful-peaceful-birth-space.html"&gt;peaceful birthing  space&lt;/a&gt; because we ended up putting on a movie for Suzi.  We chose Peter  Pan, the old one with Mary Martin, which was my favorite as a child.  By  the time we were in the bedroom things were intense enough that I  didn't pay attention to the movie. While it was an unusual choice for a birth, it wasn't a bad thing to have in the background.  I  tried again to do the rotisserie but lying down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;stalled  my pressure waves.  Since the baby was already in a good position,  Carey said I didn't necessarily need to do it anyway.  I did several pressure  waves on the bed in the beginning of the rotisserie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioSdqJiu8LI/TajSc4beYLI/AAAAAAAADBo/8MP4kDd24R0/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioSdqJiu8LI/TajSc4beYLI/AAAAAAAADBo/8MP4kDd24R0/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953930633633970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am doing the first position with a heat pack on the front and back, while Suzi watches Peter Pan.  I think everyone should have two heat packs in their birth toolkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Djg9ughw2OQ/TajSdHTvabI/AAAAAAAADBw/1AVKE9ZL1iM/s1600/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Djg9ughw2OQ/TajSdHTvabI/AAAAAAAADBw/1AVKE9ZL1iM/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953934627727794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the rolling pin came in handy for the hands and knees part.  This position didn't feel so great and I was telling Jordan "no, stop moving it... just press down... a little lower..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we  decided it'd be a better idea to get in the tub, but I wanted to put my hair up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSRNNxyMGHA/TajSdLtzXII/AAAAAAAADB4/TckqCdXxvX4/s1600/IMG_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSRNNxyMGHA/TajSdLtzXII/AAAAAAAADB4/TckqCdXxvX4/s320/IMG_1819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953935810780290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The La Bassine was full and ready  for me, but I didn't want to get in too soon.  It's a  psychological thing, I think--the tub is the last and most effective comfort measure and the baby's birthplace.  I knew it would  mark the end of my birthing time. I also knew I didn't want to get into the tub and back out before the birth.  Since I didn't feel pushing was all that  imminent, I went to the bathroom to try to pee first and stayed for a  few pressure waves.  I could see the movie from the  toilet, but I sort of looked through it rather than at it.  I could watch myself in the bathroom mirror, intensely swaying back and forth to whatever song I was halfheartedly listening to from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;ready to come out yet, but he almost was.  I could tell.  And I could tell he was going to come hard and fast.  It was time to get in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJNtwFlM6Tg/TajSdrtmYsI/AAAAAAAADCA/8PS1hxE2udI/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJNtwFlM6Tg/TajSdrtmYsI/AAAAAAAADCA/8PS1hxE2udI/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953944399864514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bra on that I thought I wanted to wear but as soon as I got into the water I realized I didn't.  I'm glad I didn't waste money on a special bikini top or anything.  The La Bassine was all I'd imagined and more. Deep.  Soft, even on the bottom, but way more solid and supportive than you'd expect an inflatable tub to be.  It insulated the water and kept it warm too.  After the first pressure wave or two sitting in the tub, I was surprised to find myself in a kneeling position leaning forward over the side of the tub.  We had discussed, and practiced, a squatting position leaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back &lt;/span&gt;on the side of the tub so I could see Jordan catch Robert, but in the moment, that was not what I needed.  I used &lt;a href="http://inexplicableways.com/"&gt;Julie's&lt;/a&gt; trick of putting a washcloth into a bowl of ice water with a few drops of peppermint oil and laying the washcloth over the side of the tub to lean on.  I loved that because it was so refreshing and covered up any other scent that might have been in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long at all before I was pushing, and I was right--he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;coming hard and fast.  I managed to stay calm, but it was a lot to wrap my head around.  This felt different from Suzi and Ivey's births.  I pushed with both of them for well over an hour.  I knew there was no way I could do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;for that long. It's not that it was really painful, but it was intense and it would've been tempting to get it over with quickly by pushing as hard as I could.  But one of my goals was not to tear if I could help it and I knew I had to give myself time to stretch.  One of the things we'd learned in Hypnobabies was to "ahhhh" our babies out.  Instead of gritting our teeth, holding our breath and pushing until we turned purple we were to breathe and say "ahhhh."  Julie even told us to practice while going to the bathroom.  Luckily that was one of the few things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; practiced.  (Wow, I can't believe I just shared that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I started pushing just a few minutes after getting in the tub, I began vocalizing for the first time during the birth, breathing deeply and saying some version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  It was around this time that Jordan got into the tub with me.  He'd been wearing his swimsuit for hours, all prepared.  Suzi was still waiting with us, either on the bed or somewhere near the tub.  Every once in a while I'd hear her ask if her baby brother was coming out yet and someone would tell her it would be soon or "shhh, Mommy needs to concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of pushes my water broke with a little pop and I saw something dark shoot out and mix with the water in the tub.  Carey and Crystal used the doppler several times to check Robert's heart rate, and sometimes with the position I was in it took them a little while to find it.  I wasn't too worried because I could still feel him moving around.  Specifically I felt a hand up near the top of his head, which was a bit unnerving.  I'm pretty sure at some point that Carey asked if I wanted to try to get into the squatting position I'd planned, and I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;.  A push or two after my water broke Carey suggested I reach down and feel the head and I did.  It had hair.  I knew it wouldn't be long now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan was ready to catch the baby, and I continued to relax and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;during pushes even though I was really ready to have him out.  A couple of pushes later, Robert's head popped out all at once, surprising me a little and Jordan a lot.  This is the part where I figured I'd wait for the next pressure wave, push one more time and then Jordan would bring our son up out of the water.  But Robert had his mouth open.  Carey was worried he might try to breathe and told me to get up out of the water.  Thanks to Jenn, I have amazingly clear photos of all of this.  I won't share them here, of course, but they've helped me understand this part of the birth that I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 1: Robert's head is out and his little face is looking up from under the water, his mouth wide open.  His hand did not come out with his head and for that I am thankful. Photo 2: We are up a few inches out of the water and his mouth is still open. Carey's hands are preparing to catch. Photo 3: Carey is holding him by the shoulders and he is almost all the way out.  He is already turning pink and is holding one fist up over his head like a superhero.  But he is tangled, oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;tangled, in his cord.  It's around his body and his neck and there is no slack anywhere. Photo 4: He is slightly further out, Carey holding him with one hand and untangling him with the other.  Jordan looks worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to this picture, in which Jordan is handed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blrfY9DbFR8/TajZZ3BxZ3I/AAAAAAAADCI/Jp4oufB0_Ms/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blrfY9DbFR8/TajZZ3BxZ3I/AAAAAAAADCI/Jp4oufB0_Ms/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961575299180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and lifted my leg over the cord and tried to hold my tiny, slippery baby without dropping him in the water. I had to crop the next photo for it to be shareable on my blog, but I just love the look on my face.  This face sums it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhIynrksD2I/TatvU6isw1I/AAAAAAAADDA/VOHKttH44Q4/s1600/IMG_1857%2Bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhIynrksD2I/TatvU6isw1I/AAAAAAAADDA/VOHKttH44Q4/s320/IMG_1857%2Bcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596689367040836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have three children!  This one is so tiny!  And he's a son!  I had him!  And he's here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, birth is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;a surprise.  Even the third time. He was born at 7:17 pm, during one of the final scenes of Peter Pan, after about 20-30 minutes of pushing. It was about an hour and a half after we finished his birthday cake, which makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDbww1raUVQ/TajZaMdFfSI/AAAAAAAADCQ/LbqIuRYpZGg/s1600/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDbww1raUVQ/TajZaMdFfSI/AAAAAAAADCQ/LbqIuRYpZGg/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961581050887458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzi was present for all this and was so cool about it.  I'm glad we had her at the birth.  In this picture I'm saying something to Suzi about her baby brother being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIp73JL20F0/TajZar0SmdI/AAAAAAAADCY/sYQIZvLiS98/s1600/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIp73JL20F0/TajZar0SmdI/AAAAAAAADCY/sYQIZvLiS98/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961589469714898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next there was the placenta and getting out of the tub and drying off and all that.  Jordan held the baby for most of this.  Here he is holding the baby in one hand and my placenta, still attached, in the other. Awesome Daddy.  I love this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXWhKIklt8Q/TajZaoAW3tI/AAAAAAAADCg/45K66yRpsJ8/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXWhKIklt8Q/TajZaoAW3tI/AAAAAAAADCg/45K66yRpsJ8/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961588446584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5Nr_bEgvec/TajZazqYt9I/AAAAAAAADCo/I2hIJDC_X78/s1600/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5Nr_bEgvec/TajZazqYt9I/AAAAAAAADCo/I2hIJDC_X78/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961591575656402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Suzi cut the cord, with help from her dad, and Carey tied it off with the special cord tie we'd made at my Blessingway.  I was lying on the bed right next to all of this, feeling so happy but also extremely sore.  The after pains this time were pretty awful.  If you didn't know, these are post-birth contractions which slowly shrink the uterus back to its usual size.  They are a necessary thing, but they don't feel good, and they also apparently get worse for each baby you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMnUlBGOo8c/TajZxqZHl6I/AAAAAAAADCw/VLd9pLk7hAU/s1600/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMnUlBGOo8c/TajZxqZHl6I/AAAAAAAADCw/VLd9pLk7hAU/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961984224303010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert weighed in at 6 pounds 14 ounces, over a pound less than our first baby.  So yes, &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/38-weeks-bad-day-and-then-good-day.html"&gt;he was small&lt;/a&gt;, but not too small. Soon my mom came and one by one our birth team left, and eventually we were left to love on our new little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmSXSh6ndhw/TajZxkrosaI/AAAAAAAADC4/1tFAExKDI8o/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmSXSh6ndhw/TajZxkrosaI/AAAAAAAADC4/1tFAExKDI8o/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595961982691357090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3189486674535835209?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3189486674535835209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3189486674535835209' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3189486674535835209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3189486674535835209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/roberts-birth-part-two-i-have-place.html' title='Robert&apos;s Birth, part two:  I have a place where dreams are born'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioSdqJiu8LI/TajSc4beYLI/AAAAAAAADBo/8MP4kDd24R0/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-728348209179772151</id><published>2011-04-15T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:46:20.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Robert's Birth, part one:  An ordinary Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uKg-Si39lM/TaiHQ21M2-I/AAAAAAAADBI/CLbgb3u3Ixc/s1600/DSCN8950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uKg-Si39lM/TaiHQ21M2-I/AAAAAAAADBI/CLbgb3u3Ixc/s320/DSCN8950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595871260674153442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, April 8th, I didn't feel like going anywhere and decided the girls and I would just spend the day together at home.  They were running around the living room playing when  Ivey randomly sang happy birthday to no one in particular and then said "Ahhh want keck!"  We needed an activity anyway, so I looked up a recipe for chocolate cake and we baked one together to save for Robert's birthday.  Suzi and Ivey both sat on the counter and played with the ingredients and had a great time helping and making a little mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbPYIPDjypQ/TaiApehgEtI/AAAAAAAADAg/3KopeFEYP50/s1600/DSCN8934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbPYIPDjypQ/TaiApehgEtI/AAAAAAAADAg/3KopeFEYP50/s320/DSCN8934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595863987064410834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRrtfzH9s0E/TaiAplqqcOI/AAAAAAAADAo/Im1D9Aotcac/s1600/DSCN8942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRrtfzH9s0E/TaiAplqqcOI/AAAAAAAADAo/Im1D9Aotcac/s320/DSCN8942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595863988981887202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Suzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking our cake I put one of the Toy Story movies on for the girls and Suzi fell asleep on the love seat.  Weird.  By the time Jordan came home I realized she had a fever.  Since it felt like we'd been riddled with one illness after another for the last few weeks of the pregnancy, this was extremely frustrating!  I was at 40 weeks 6 days and we had no idea what this moderately high fever meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept my appointment with the chiropractor that afternoon, and it's a good thing we did because I needed an adjustment.  We went home and had dinner, careful not to have anything that might make Ivey &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-in-little-while-longer-baby.html"&gt;throw up again&lt;/a&gt;, and put Suzi to bed.  She had trouble falling asleep, so we put a fan in her room (it was pretty warm in there) and wiped her face with a damp cloth to keep her comfortable.  After a couple of stories she finally managed to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of Saturday the 9th, it was a miracle!  Her fever was gone and she felt fine, so we decided to ride to a few yard sales and run some errands.  If we had known how soon we were going to be having a baby, we might have stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found an apple peeler/slicer/corer (yay!) and a couple other things including an oil burner I could use for the birth. Then we dropped by Bloom for a few groceries and picked out some spring clothes for the girls at our local consignment shop.   Around 1:00, we headed to the Vitamin Shop for tea tree and lavender oil.  I ran in while everyone else waited in the car.  I called Carey, our midwife, while in the shop to get her opinion on vitamin D supplements, and we discussed when our next prenatal appointment would be since I was still pregnant.  I told her nothing serious was happening yet and we decided she'd come over the next day.  A few minutes after we hung up I had my strongest pressure wave yet.  When I got back in the van I told Jordan I wanted to go home.  NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me I'd hardly had anything to drink all day, so I drank what was left in the water bottle we'd brought.  I wondered if this wasn't just a little dehydration.  I was having pressure waves of varying intensity at irregular intervals, so I wasn't sure this was it yet.  Just in case, I started telling Jordan all the things I wanted to do when we got home.  Cleaning, for one.  I also wanted to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jordan to feed the girls lunch and headed for the shower almost immediately after walking in the door.  By the time I got out of the shower I was pretty sure my pressure waves were the real thing because they weren't going away!  I yelled for Jordan to call Carey while I dried off.  He left a message and she called back a few minutes later around 2:45.   I couldn't tell how fast things were moving, so I asked her to come over sort of soonish.  I then called Jenn, our friend we'd asked to attend and photograph for us, and asked her to come over in an hour or two. Jordan called my mom and she picked up Ivey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a comfortable dress and spent a little time with Jordan straightening up, eating a snack, and putting out the birth food for everyone to eat while we waited.  Suzi watched Cinderella as Jordan and I talked and worked.  We were so excited to meet our son, and so happy that Jordan was around to share in the early birthing time.  For Ivey's birth, he'd arrived home from work just an hour or so before I started pushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YdYjUK3iB8/TaiHQ9mtA0I/AAAAAAAADBQ/ppKhMaQ9FOs/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YdYjUK3iB8/TaiHQ9mtA0I/AAAAAAAADBQ/ppKhMaQ9FOs/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595871262492394306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;--my last belly shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 4:00 when Carey, Jenn and Crystal, a midwife apprentice who is also our Creighton Model instructor, arrived all at once.  Carey and Crystal began setting up their supplies, and in the sudden flurry of activity my pressure waves came to a halt. I began to worry that I'd made my calls too soon.  These poor ladies might be stuck at my house all night.  And this was my third baby, so you'd think I'd have a better idea of the timing!  No one seemed worried about it, and once the setup was complete they sat in the living room and talked while I tried to start the rotisserie upstairs in the bedroom with Jordan and Suzi.  (The rotisserie is a technique to get the baby into a favorable position for birth.)  But when I lay down, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;happened, so I decided we should go back downstairs and stay busy for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEtzBXKHXRc/TaiHRT36uVI/AAAAAAAADBg/y9iM2KOs7xY/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEtzBXKHXRc/TaiHRT36uVI/AAAAAAAADBg/y9iM2KOs7xY/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595871268470176082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My go-to technique for getting through a pressure wave (photo by Jenn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started by baking some brownies and working on a little laundry.  It worked!  My pressure waves came back and started to get stronger and longer.  While we were running around in the kitchen we timed a few of them and they were about a minute long and 4-5 minutes apart.  When I felt one coming, I'd lean on the counter and sway until it started to go away.  Things were still so casual I decided we should make some buttercream frosting and ice Robert's birthday cake we'd made the day before.  When I started working on it, Jordan said "we are NOT making frosting for a cake right now!"  He thought it sounded ridiculous.  But I told him we didn't have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmhhMhzDzbU/TaiHRHniLmI/AAAAAAAADBY/uWZDxORFPZ4/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmhhMhzDzbU/TaiHRHniLmI/AAAAAAAADBY/uWZDxORFPZ4/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595871265180233314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My midwife Carey helps with the frosting (also by Jenn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8wX5nstU6w/TaiAqYDWmoI/AAAAAAAADAw/f7kSynE95dU/s1600/DSCN8944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8wX5nstU6w/TaiAqYDWmoI/AAAAAAAADAw/f7kSynE95dU/s320/DSCN8944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595864002507217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T43kKcjqZ8g/TaiAqV4tH5I/AAAAAAAADA4/HqsjEfqBfac/s1600/DSCN8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T43kKcjqZ8g/TaiAqV4tH5I/AAAAAAAADA4/HqsjEfqBfac/s320/DSCN8945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595864001925685138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPr1qhlsWzA/TaiAq1dXGVI/AAAAAAAADBA/z2A-BcRNrs4/s1600/DSCN8949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPr1qhlsWzA/TaiAq1dXGVI/AAAAAAAADBA/z2A-BcRNrs4/s320/DSCN8949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595864010400930130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point everyone was in the kitchen helping with the cake.  Suzi wanted to ice the cake herself.  She thought blue would be a good color for decorating, and I only put the words on before letting her finish up.  She then added blue sprinkles.  We finished the cake at about 5:50 pm.  By that time the pressure waves were feeling intense and getting more regular.  I was finally starting to feel a sense of urgency.  We wrapped things up in the kitchen and headed upstairs to our peaceful birthing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uKg-Si39lM/TaiHQ21M2-I/AAAAAAAADBI/CLbgb3u3Ixc/s1600/DSCN8950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uKg-Si39lM/TaiHQ21M2-I/AAAAAAAADBI/CLbgb3u3Ixc/s320/DSCN8950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595871260674153442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for the (somewhat more exciting) conclusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-728348209179772151?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/728348209179772151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=728348209179772151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/728348209179772151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/728348209179772151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/roberts-birth-part-one-ordinary.html' title='Robert&apos;s Birth, part one:  An ordinary Saturday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uKg-Si39lM/TaiHQ21M2-I/AAAAAAAADBI/CLbgb3u3Ixc/s72-c/DSCN8950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-8270604066571297396</id><published>2011-04-15T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:30:02.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silk'/><title type='text'>Crafted for our moms:  Upcycled silk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their birthdays are four days apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFI-hIGqsPw/TZh70KGUIJI/AAAAAAAAC_E/UPdEcDhW_s8/s1600/DSCN8721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjXenwSVhd4/TZh7z27HkVI/AAAAAAAAC-8/RxStYdPIsVk/s1600/DSCN8731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srkUML802ik/TZh7zvx0VXI/AAAAAAAAC-0/E4pECvt3bQA/s1600/DSCN8694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srkUML802ik/TZh7zvx0VXI/AAAAAAAAC-0/E4pECvt3bQA/s320/DSCN8694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591355066309432690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This necklace for Jordan's mom almost didn't go so well, but &lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/2010/12/make-knotted-fabric-bead-necklace.html"&gt;this tutorial&lt;/a&gt; from Hobo Mama saved the day.  Jordan also helped out with a fancy Boy Scout knot.  Instead of shopping for beads the right size, I just made polymer clay balls the size I wanted.  With only five beads, I like the extra weight it adds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjXenwSVhd4/TZh7z27HkVI/AAAAAAAAC-8/RxStYdPIsVk/s320/DSCN8731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591355068227490130" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for my mom I did a wrap bracelet.  The little beads are the same ones as on my &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthing-time-beads.html"&gt;birth beads bracelet&lt;/a&gt; with a little copper wire added.  It can be a long necklace too, which is probably more my mom's style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFI-hIGqsPw/TZh70KGUIJI/AAAAAAAAC_E/UPdEcDhW_s8/s320/DSCN8721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591355073374724242" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-8270604066571297396?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8270604066571297396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=8270604066571297396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8270604066571297396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8270604066571297396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/crafted-for-our-moms-upcycled-silk.html' title='Crafted for our moms:  Upcycled silk'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srkUML802ik/TZh7zvx0VXI/AAAAAAAAC-0/E4pECvt3bQA/s72-c/DSCN8694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1677125646716843438</id><published>2011-04-13T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:30:00.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>WW:  A midwife gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FIZRcqz_o/TZh5hWiK8_I/AAAAAAAAC-s/w_KoaSibzoY/s1600/DSCN8781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FIZRcqz_o/TZh5hWiK8_I/AAAAAAAAC-s/w_KoaSibzoY/s320/DSCN8781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591352551272018930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mhPSbxEYNM/TZh5hOGShkI/AAAAAAAAC-k/1V9jC9iqL2o/s1600/DSCN8783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mhPSbxEYNM/TZh5hOGShkI/AAAAAAAAC-k/1V9jC9iqL2o/s320/DSCN8783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591352549007590978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made from about nine different sweaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1677125646716843438?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1677125646716843438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1677125646716843438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1677125646716843438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1677125646716843438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/ww-midwife-gift.html' title='WW:  A midwife gift'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FIZRcqz_o/TZh5hWiK8_I/AAAAAAAAC-s/w_KoaSibzoY/s72-c/DSCN8781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3837158228804224085</id><published>2011-04-10T05:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T05:56:49.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>He is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfcOl2fYaQ/TaF77Ax93WI/AAAAAAAADAQ/MUhSt4LUnSA/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfcOl2fYaQ/TaF77Ax93WI/AAAAAAAADAQ/MUhSt4LUnSA/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593888465922940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Foster was born at home in the water on Saturday at 7:17 pm.  At 6 pounds 14 ounces and 20 inches long, he is our smallest baby.  He loves to nurse already, so I'm sure he won't be that little for long!  We love our sweet little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to our friend &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; who came to the birth and took a ton of incredible photos for us, including the two in this post.  I just love them and will treasure them forever.  She did a fantastic job of capturing the birth and most of the time I didn't even notice she was taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth was amazing.  I didn't use a single Hypnobabies script, but I was right--taking the class was a good idea.  Not everything went the way I expected, but I think the important things did.  Suzi was present to see her baby brother come into the world and she couldn't have handled it better.  She even cut the cord, with a little help from Daddy and Carey!  I'm so proud of her.  Ivey spent the night with Maw and Paw and will meet Robert today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgOVKP04UEQ/TaF77XnQPfI/AAAAAAAADAY/Frqm-Q6CRj8/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgOVKP04UEQ/TaF77XnQPfI/AAAAAAAADAY/Frqm-Q6CRj8/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593888472052022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to sleep much, but I feel great anyway.  Robert is asleep in his &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-baby-cocoon-with-hat-to-match.html"&gt;cocoon I made&lt;/a&gt; (it totally fits, and so does the hat!) but will probably be waking up soon to nurse.  More photos soon, and at some point a birth story too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3837158228804224085?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3837158228804224085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3837158228804224085' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3837158228804224085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3837158228804224085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-is-here.html' title='He is here!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfcOl2fYaQ/TaF77Ax93WI/AAAAAAAADAQ/MUhSt4LUnSA/s72-c/IMG_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-4644535449108649515</id><published>2011-04-07T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T07:48:13.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Another baby cocoon with a hat to match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTgleCnx8P8/TZyXodG7JxI/AAAAAAAADAE/YI3UVzYDKi4/s1600/DSCN8894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSa-HRQ7I8/TZyXnwtO-wI/AAAAAAAAC_8/qGV7zAiurc4/s1600/DSCN8893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSa-HRQ7I8/TZyXnwtO-wI/AAAAAAAAC_8/qGV7zAiurc4/s320/DSCN8893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592511546632633090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of things to clean and crafts to make over here.  Sure hope Robert decides to come soon!  This is what I made Tuesday afternoon.  It's what I hope is an improvement on my first baby cocoon, with a little knotted hat to match.  The cocoon part is from the front of the sweater and the hat is from the sleeves.  It was thin, soft merino wool, and I believe it was another one of the sweaters &lt;a href="http://inexplicableways.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; gave me.  Thanks Julie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTgleCnx8P8/TZyXodG7JxI/AAAAAAAADAE/YI3UVzYDKi4/s320/DSCN8894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592511558551545618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really want to try this on him.  Mostly I just want to meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S.  Ivey threw up again last night, after going two and a half days without vomiting!  I started her back on regular food too soon, I guess.  That basically means anything other than toast with a tiny bit of cheese, applesauce, noodle soup, bananas, and rice.  I didn't give her fast food or anything, just a little bit of a bagel with nothing on it, some cheerios, and a couple of peeled apple slices.  It was getting to where she was refusing all the stomach virus fare and she seemed so hungry! Really, really frustrating.  I'm hoping she'll be okay today.  I'm not giving her anything questionable because I don't want to make her sick again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-4644535449108649515?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4644535449108649515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=4644535449108649515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4644535449108649515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/4644535449108649515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-baby-cocoon-with-hat-to-match.html' title='Another baby cocoon with a hat to match'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSa-HRQ7I8/TZyXnwtO-wI/AAAAAAAAC_8/qGV7zAiurc4/s72-c/DSCN8893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-779493147984069750</id><published>2011-04-06T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:30:00.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW:  Never too early to start reading to your babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAzVPKRLFds/TZh23iBVPsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/W9Vw_ldeSfQ/s1600/DSCN8763.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-D8HY2867I/TZh23Qd_0VI/AAAAAAAAC-U/4NFMj5OpdX0/s1600/DSCN8764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-D8HY2867I/TZh23Qd_0VI/AAAAAAAAC-U/4NFMj5OpdX0/s320/DSCN8764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591349629066137938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivey's favorite to read to her babies is What's Wrong, Little Pookie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ohh, Poopie!" ... "Upset?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAzVPKRLFds/TZh23iBVPsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/W9Vw_ldeSfQ/s320/DSCN8763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591349633777745602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-779493147984069750?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/779493147984069750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=779493147984069750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/779493147984069750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/779493147984069750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/ww-never-too-early-to-start-reading-to.html' title='WW:  Never too early to start reading to your babies'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-D8HY2867I/TZh23Qd_0VI/AAAAAAAAC-U/4NFMj5OpdX0/s72-c/DSCN8764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-266052288652096018</id><published>2011-04-05T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:24:20.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>40 weeks and 3 days:  A quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwWYTlqsg7o/TZslvrEBMuI/AAAAAAAAC_c/iG87K9fVobU/s1600/DSCN8743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwWYTlqsg7o/TZslvrEBMuI/AAAAAAAAC_c/iG87K9fVobU/s320/DSCN8743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592104863254262498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The girls' toenails (Suzi green, Ivey pink) that I painted Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1)  Nope, no baby yet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  I went to the chiropractor yesterday and was balanced and didn't even need an adjustment.  First time that's ever happened to me!  I'm going back again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Ivey slept about 18 hours yesterday and woke up this morning smiling and happy and hungry!  There's been no vomit for over 24 hours, thank God!  She is just about back to her old self, but we are keeping her on Culturelle (probiotics) and the BRAT diet for a couple more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Jordan has an accounting test tonight at 7:00 pm.  Before he left for work I told the baby that anytime after about 9:00 tonight would be good for him to come out.  Of course, going by my other two pregnancies, if he comes before Monday the 11th he will be early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Even after Ivey's stomach bug created a bunch of extra cleaning tasks, there is hardly anything left on my to-do list!  I have to vacuum a little, finish up a bit of laundry and that's about it.  Now I am working off my "overtime" list.  Some of the things left:  take the girls to the waterfront park, make another baby cocoon, read birthy/breastfeeding books, reorganize the storage room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  I'd also like to get some of my &lt;i&gt;during&lt;/i&gt; birthing time tasks done ahead of time.  I keep wondering if this baby is going to come quickly once he starts coming, and it makes me a little uncomfortable to have more than about two hours of setup that has to take place once things are rolling.  Last time there was a lot of running around only a couple of hours before Ivey's birth.  So I might get started on that list today, too.  I'd like to at least get the rest of the birth stuff out from under our bed and put down the waterproof floor cover and pallet for beside the tub.  The bed is already made up with two sets of sheets, so that'll save us at least ten minutes.  I'd like to relax and watch a movie or make brownies during my birthing time with Robert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that should just about do it.  We are ready whenever Robert is.  Just please pray that no one here gets sick again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-266052288652096018?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/266052288652096018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=266052288652096018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/266052288652096018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/266052288652096018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/40-weeks-and-3-days-quick-update.html' title='40 weeks and 3 days:  A quick update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwWYTlqsg7o/TZslvrEBMuI/AAAAAAAAC_c/iG87K9fVobU/s72-c/DSCN8743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-8701926049840660388</id><published>2011-04-04T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:44:41.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Stay in a little while longer, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGFX9jt-iWU/TZnmtwstBiI/AAAAAAAAC_U/8hypQC4YoaY/s1600/DSCN8786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGFX9jt-iWU/TZnmtwstBiI/AAAAAAAAC_U/8hypQC4YoaY/s320/DSCN8786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591754086198085154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday was the best day.  My midwife came over and everything was great.  The baby was head down and well engaged and we were all set!  We figured we'd finish up our to-do list over the weekend and maybe have a baby Monday or sometime.  We went to the chiropractor and stopped by Publix on our way home, feeling great.  I had a few pre-birthing waves in the store, probably just from excitement.  Woo-hoo!  Things couldn't get any better.  We drove home and put up all our groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner we made my belly cast.  That was fun.  We've done these with all three babies and it gets easier each time.  This time the pressure waves kept pushing the cast off my belly as it dried, so I took it off a little early and finished reinforcing it on the counter.  Four rolls of plaster strips later, we were done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the pressure waves, I had to lie down about 9:30 and I took a nap on and off until about 1:30.  When I woke up the waves had mostly stopped, but I felt like we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to finish the cleaning, especially in the kitchen and living room and laundry and stuff.  Jordan did not share my sense of urgency so after a few, um, words, I sent him to bed and stayed up really late cleaning.  About 4:00 I went to bed and tried to sleep but couldn't.  I figured it was no problem.  The cleaning was almost totally finished, and all we had on the schedule for Saturday was to go and have fun at the Spring Jubilee, our community's annual arts festival.  I could just take a nap after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Ivey woke up vomiting at about 5:30.  On the day I turned 40 weeks.  It was on and off, and she wasn't acting sick at all, so we wondered if she hadn't just eaten something that didn't agree with her the night before.  We even went on to the jubilee, where she puked all over Jordan's back in the Ergo and he had to drive home with no shirt on.  Sunday afternoon, just after we thought she was almost better, she started puking again!  Last night she got worse, but right now she and Jordan are sleeping in the recliner.  I'm glad to see she is resting and that her noodle soup (mostly just soup) is getting a chance to settle.  She is feeling miserable and I don't want her to get dehydrated.  She either refuses or can't keep down the remedies we've offered to make her feel better, so it looks like this thing is just going to have to run its course.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you might imagine, we have been running our butts off all weekend trying to keep things sanitized so Suzi, Jordan and I don't catch this.  We've been running the washer and dryer nonstop with pukey clothes, towels and blankets, and dashing around with a washcloth and a spray bottle disinfecting doorknobs and faucet handles and countertops.  We are getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is the greatest dad ever.  He has been holding Ivey almost nonstop because that is how she can sleep best, and because we don't want her to get me sick right before the birth.  I've been working hard to get everything else done, but poor Jordy.  Last night Ivey threw up in his face.  It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, even though we are at 40 weeks and 2 days now, it is totally cool with us if Robert stays in for a few more days.  &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst-feeling-in-world.html"&gt;Last time Ivey was sick like this&lt;/a&gt; it lasted about a week on and off and then Suzi and I had it (glad I wrote a long, boring post about it now so I could refer back!).  We are just hoping and praying that the rest of the family dodges that bullet this time.  We don't want Robert to be born into a house of yuckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the poor little girl is up and wanting to eat, so I guess I better go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-8701926049840660388?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8701926049840660388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=8701926049840660388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8701926049840660388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8701926049840660388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-in-little-while-longer-baby.html' title='Stay in a little while longer, baby'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGFX9jt-iWU/TZnmtwstBiI/AAAAAAAAC_U/8hypQC4YoaY/s72-c/DSCN8786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-5523380430551374984</id><published>2011-04-02T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:26:34.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Upcycled sweater baby cocoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyOiMimuLgE/TZfRTxzrKgI/AAAAAAAAC-M/CRJeWKn77G8/s1600/DSCN8785.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ephhpBooPTM/TZfMUCG0huI/AAAAAAAAC98/5liuRgW12zo/s320/DSCN8813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591162106938689250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are now officially in pregnancy overtime.  It's not a bad thing, it's just that all the imperative items on our to-do list are done and it's time to wait patiently for the baby.  I am 40 weeks today and felt like trying out a little craft I'd been wanting to do for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted one of those baby cocoon things like people knit and use for photos.  But I wanted to make it myself, and I don't knit or crochet.  I had this soft merino wool sweater that was perfect for an attempt at making one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the sweater before I got started.  The back piece was all I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdh8Vdiv-xM/TZfJmwhgPtI/AAAAAAAAC8s/yUQ41znkpFw/s320/DSCN8794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591159130101399250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I cut that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgcXpJPefLI/TZfJnCf1Y2I/AAAAAAAAC80/cg6DoI6uh_s/s320/DSCN8799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591159134926234466" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I turned it upside-down (the ribbing from the bottom of the sweater will become the top of the cocoon) and trimmed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzfrDLPbnak/TZfJnZeLnyI/AAAAAAAAC88/vJVSvbE3je4/s320/DSCN8800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591159141093318434" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cut two rounded things like this.  (I also pulled all the lint balls off.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-juoAu3DWUX8/TZfJnVvzN9I/AAAAAAAAC9E/oblXsy_qRZ4/s320/DSCN8801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591159140093474770" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, starting at the top, I rolled the edges under so nothing raw was hanging out and hemmed a little ways.  I did this on both sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7saoKdFv_Qw/TZfJnovKoAI/AAAAAAAAC9M/jZE7VwRcogA/s320/DSCN8802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591159145191088130" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only went about 5-6 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E67tH3jzgqs/TZfLU6NUO7I/AAAAAAAAC9U/u6Nr_r2qjJU/s320/DSCN8804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591161022486690738" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I folded it in half with right sides together, and starting where the folded edge meets the beginning of that cut bottom curve, sewed it together by hand.  You could do it on a machine depending on your fabric, but hand-sewing didn't take me long.  Besides, I didn't want to climb the stairs to get to my craft room and rethreading the machine is a hassle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-Ydx9Z4uzU/TZfLVOduBRI/AAAAAAAAC9c/strJcubbQzs/s320/DSCN8805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591161027924198674" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'd sewn up to about 4 inches from the top (a little into my rolled hem) I stopped and reinforced that spot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDV73THxtDk/TZfLVd4GWrI/AAAAAAAAC9k/Hy6pyRKh5RU/s320/DSCN8806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591161032061377202" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I turned around and sewed all the way back over what I'd just done to be sure it'd hold up well.  It only took about five extra minutes.  This is what I had at that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzzFFMg3-lE/TZfLVqIswGI/AAAAAAAAC9s/A-ldGThr0Ic/s320/DSCN8809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591161035352227938" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned it inside out and was pretty pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpmTz-U3j8A/TZfLV45I2YI/AAAAAAAAC90/hpbONeLfLX4/s320/DSCN8812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591161039313492354" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed one of the girls' baby dolls to try it on.  This baby, whom we've taken to calling Big Baby after the doll on Toy Story 3, didn't want to put her arms down or bend her legs, but it did fit.  I think the concept is a keeper, and we'll see how it fits a real newborn after Robert arrives.  I may need to find another soft sweater and try again for a better fit.  I'm wondering if I should have made the bottom wider, for instance.  Hopefully it'll at least be good for a belly cast photo prop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ephhpBooPTM/TZfMUCG0huI/AAAAAAAAC98/5liuRgW12zo/s320/DSCN8813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591162106938689250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We made that last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyOiMimuLgE/TZfRTxzrKgI/AAAAAAAAC-M/CRJeWKn77G8/s320/DSCN8785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591167600121555458" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tipjunkie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tipjunkie.com/images/TipMeTuesdayButton1.png" alt="Tip Junkie handmade projects" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-5523380430551374984?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5523380430551374984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=5523380430551374984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5523380430551374984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5523380430551374984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/upcycled-sweater-baby-cocoon.html' title='Upcycled sweater baby cocoon'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ephhpBooPTM/TZfMUCG0huI/AAAAAAAAC98/5liuRgW12zo/s72-c/DSCN8813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-5524249933003612417</id><published>2011-04-01T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:33:34.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>A big, sad streak of crafty FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you ever have a string of projects that just end terribly?  After feeling pretty pleased with my &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/fancy-wool-shorties-for-robert.html"&gt;diaper covers&lt;/a&gt;, pending a fit check after Robert is born, I decided one day that I'd like to make some wool bracelets.  Actually, I decided to use cashmere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to do a woven thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf6Rb5mhyCs/TZYVrvKlhfI/AAAAAAAAC8U/NYFxMLfutBw/s320/DSCN8544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590679828566476274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I tried to do a machine-sewn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsEdZ8HKxOE/TZYVr5rM_LI/AAAAAAAAC8c/jJquD2Bguvk/s320/DSCN8554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590679831387634866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I tried one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QaP6P-hzE84/TZYVsFIRWjI/AAAAAAAAC8k/wQBhknYIfNo/s320/DSCN8567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590679834462345778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And after that last one I was almost afraid to pick my scissors up again.  Then I tried, at length, to make my mom a birthday gift.  I &lt;i&gt;knew &lt;/i&gt;it was going to be awesome.  Ohhh it was a mess.  I didn't have the heart to take a picture of it, but finally I abandoned that effort and made her something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think my crafty fail streak is over, but I'm being careful to pace myself now so I don't get discouraged and quit.  There are a couple of things I've finished since then which turned out pretty well and I'll post photos soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What do you do to get back on track when one of your craft projects fails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-5524249933003612417?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5524249933003612417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=5524249933003612417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5524249933003612417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/5524249933003612417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-sad-streak-of-crafty-fail.html' title='A big, sad streak of crafty FAIL'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf6Rb5mhyCs/TZYVrvKlhfI/AAAAAAAAC8U/NYFxMLfutBw/s72-c/DSCN8544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1166539831267991732</id><published>2011-03-30T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:00:13.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>WW:  Blessingway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saturday, March 19th.  Photos by my friend &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1z4MllCteA/TZAFNuv9D-I/AAAAAAAAC7M/GHtTTMwjxiQ/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588972871012388834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mom brought me a pussywillow with hydrangeas.  Jenn and &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; made wonderful snacks and those &lt;i&gt;cupcakes.  &lt;/i&gt;They were Jenn's and they couldn't have been any better.  The large amount of leftovers lasted an embarrassingly short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6nbUOmeu04/TZAFNof6F-I/AAAAAAAAC7U/h-Z5OwgU-0s/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588972869334472674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Megan made me a crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nhf4-uYa0SY/TZAFN0ERUqI/AAAAAAAAC7c/6VA-wLqdYkw/s320/081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588972872439780002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And did belly henna.  The design is one we'd both been admiring from the woodwork in our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpEpvh_MGqs/TZAFN5-IQ_I/AAAAAAAAC7k/_YW1uoaGuXc/s320/159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588972874024633330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were notes with wishes for my birthing time, gifts, birthing beads and a foot bath for me and then Jenn took some pictures of me and Jordan.  It was a special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gf4pQFaXfgw/TZAFNw9pSfI/AAAAAAAAC7s/aPuuyLDKVLk/s1600/161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gf4pQFaXfgw/TZAFNw9pSfI/AAAAAAAAC7s/aPuuyLDKVLk/s320/161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588972871606684146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have really cool friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1z4MllCteA/TZAFNuv9D-I/AAAAAAAAC7M/GHtTTMwjxiQ/s1600/022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1166539831267991732?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1166539831267991732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1166539831267991732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1166539831267991732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1166539831267991732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/ww-blessingway.html' title='WW:  Blessingway'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1z4MllCteA/TZAFNuv9D-I/AAAAAAAAC7M/GHtTTMwjxiQ/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3704681259890193518</id><published>2011-03-28T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:00:00.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Birthing time beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVSK4tiN-vc/TY_90nmdYDI/AAAAAAAAC60/APJCvnw4fis/s1600/DSCN8709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkItUFlv7Sg/TY_90Yv2SsI/AAAAAAAAC6s/9DUSPK2Fqbw/s1600/DSCN8705.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkItUFlv7Sg/TY_90Yv2SsI/AAAAAAAAC6s/9DUSPK2Fqbw/s320/DSCN8705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588964739028241090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every mother should have some.  Because it's like...  Even though the people who care about you can't all be at your birth, in a way they are, because they got you a bead for your bracelet and you see it and know they're thinking about you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love beads.  Handmade beads, stone beads, beads of all shapes and colors and sizes.  I haven't ever really been into beading or jewelry making, but I'm thinking of trying it.  The other day I decided to go get some little beads to go in between the birth beads from my Blessingway.  We have a wonderful little shop in our town that I've been visiting with my mom since I was four or five years old, and I didn't realize this but they have a bunch of scrumptious beads all organized into drawers.  It's where most of my Blessingway beads came from.  While we were there Jordan picked out a bead for me and I picked out one that I loved, too.  They all came together to form the most mismatched bracelet ever.  The lady there helped me fix them on beading wire, so now they can go in the birth tub without getting soggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVSK4tiN-vc/TY_90nmdYDI/AAAAAAAAC60/APJCvnw4fis/s320/DSCN8709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588964743015391282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivey loves my beads too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljPGR2q-KK8/TY_91FMAvFI/AAAAAAAAC68/oHRlQg_d63s/s320/DSCN8711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588964750957526098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nXZdRbRVxU/TY_91AuK3oI/AAAAAAAAC7E/sjFn5ZuXYcM/s320/DSCN8712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588964749758619266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now they are back on my birth shelf, waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3704681259890193518?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3704681259890193518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3704681259890193518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3704681259890193518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3704681259890193518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthing-time-beads.html' title='Birthing time beads'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkItUFlv7Sg/TY_90Yv2SsI/AAAAAAAAC6s/9DUSPK2Fqbw/s72-c/DSCN8705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1255957946761828732</id><published>2011-03-26T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:19:37.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My beautiful, peaceful birth space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_YWDEfJ81c/TYi7kGJr4fI/AAAAAAAAC4M/EuEKdo6WSFI/s1600/DSCN8607.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEH8-DsJna0/TYi7jvpEHEI/AAAAAAAAC4E/mlyZJmuOU8Q/s1600/DSCN8620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEH8-DsJna0/TYi7jvpEHEI/AAAAAAAAC4E/mlyZJmuOU8Q/s320/DSCN8620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921560511618114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to explain in words what it means to walk into this space to give birth instead of into a hospital room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel relaxed here.  It's our bedroom.  It's big enough to hold everything I need for a birth.  More importantly, though, I know what to expect.  It's incredibly reassuring to be able to envision where our baby will be born.  I already know there won't be any irritating odors or clocks in annoying places or distracting noises or signs. I already know where everything is located.  We also don't have to haul my stuff in in bags at the last minute and hope we remembered it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_YWDEfJ81c/TYi7kGJr4fI/AAAAAAAAC4M/EuEKdo6WSFI/s320/DSCN8607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921566554022386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my birth tub, which is a La Bassine.  We have a hose and shower adapter all ready to fill it up from our bathroom, but right now we are using it to store some of our supplies for the birth--extra pillows and two clean sets of sheets for our bed, along with a pool noodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Paf6fEzLL0E/TYi7kfybBOI/AAAAAAAAC4U/SFOONkZgS2E/s320/DSCN8608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921573435770082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cleared the end of our dresser for our midwife to set up her supplies.  (Yes, she brings life-saving supplies in case something goes wrong--a lot of the same stuff they have at the hospital.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX4tobN-1u8/TYi7kmiw3eI/AAAAAAAAC4c/-Oxrkq5orOQ/s320/DSCN8625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921575249141218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rocking chair in the corner is the same rocking chair Jordan's mom rocked him in when he was a baby.  The blue blanket was made by one of the ladies at my church.  My mom bought it at a silent auction years ago and was saving it for her first grandson.  She just gave it to me at my Blessingway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWJ-o9UwQhA/TYi7lAd-xRI/AAAAAAAAC4k/PqcmENNasqs/s320/DSCN8627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921582208402706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and that thing standing up behind the chair is a Bed Bug Bumper--our device of choice to cosleep safely with Robert.  It'll go over here, on my side of the bed, once he's arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqENZOS_S-I/TYi_zyznLaI/AAAAAAAAC4s/OK20R-KXyZs/s320/DSCN8628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586926234285583778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the bed, the quilt was made by my mom as a wedding gift for me.  Look at this gorgeous butterfly!  It makes me happy to know it'll be at the birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0lCAiJA_hY/TYi_0MNQUZI/AAAAAAAAC40/zzwvm8Ckyz4/s320/DSCN8634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586926241104023954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2W7N0ZKz7zo/TYi_0ibShiI/AAAAAAAAC5E/jxgXtL7Nsh0/s320/DSCN8644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586926247068468770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the shelf we have overlooking our birth tub.  It has candles, just in case it's dark enough for a candlelight birth.  There's also the Willow Tree figurine Jordan's parents gave us for Suzi's birth and a photo of our family on Jordan's first Father's Day.  Then there are my birth beads from the people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S07-kPpgKZU/TYjEbC31EDI/AAAAAAAAC5U/KhvMj3JqXVE/s320/DSCN8656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586931306659647538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHCzw3F54Ss/TYi_1RBO5bI/AAAAAAAAC5M/LJ7SLHszZbU/s320/DSCN8653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586926259575645618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also room on the shelf for other items such as an icy glass of coconut water with bendy straw and whatever else I might need.  Down below the shelf are a couple of practical items:  a lined trash can just in case I need it during &lt;i&gt;transformation &lt;/i&gt;and an electric fan in case I get hot.  I got &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;hot last time but this time will probably be better.  There's a nice ceiling fan in the bedroom--and also, it won't be the middle of August.  Oh, and the alarm clock on the table above is turned &lt;i&gt;away &lt;/i&gt;from the birth tub so I can forget about what time it is and focus on Baby Robert's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fflrI1IPAU/TYi_0ewAcbI/AAAAAAAAC48/JJ7o_U2Dy4c/s320/DSCN8638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586926246081622450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzcCeJJEdPA/TYjEcEiwgSI/AAAAAAAAC5s/VUzLh307qkM/s320/DSCN8684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586931324288008482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a TV in our room just in case Jordan and I feel like turning a movie or something on.  I doubt it but you never know.  I really like that picture frame and am planning to put a belly shot of me and Jordan in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8lWYn_BquU/TYjEbxny95I/AAAAAAAAC5k/E5d2TmhUd_8/s320/DSCN8680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586931319208867730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung my Storchenwiege wrap up in the closet doorway.  I could hold on to it and lean forward, or squat, or whatever feels comfortable.  I'm pretty sure some women even get into position for pushing using one.  I love this wrap.  Jordan and I both carried Ivey in it when she was a baby, and the colors are vibrant and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nf6QYUbC1Q/TYjEbWLHauI/AAAAAAAAC5c/dUVfM7HcgR4/s320/DSCN8665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586931311840815842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, there are these two.  We are planning for Suzi to stay for the birth (she wants to "help catch Robert") and for Ivey to go spend some time with Maw and Paw.  Then Ivey will be brought over to meet her little brother as soon as possible afterwards.  Jordan and I were able to talk things over and make that call.  You can't do that just anywhere.  Nor can you hand-pick every single person who will be with you at your birth, which is what we've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6oYjoaFI3c/TYjHOUjfRyI/AAAAAAAAC50/crkaO3Z9rjY/s320/DSCN8616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586934386602755874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it in here.  It's exactly the birth space &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; wanted for me and my baby.  I wish every mother could have her perfect safe, special birth space.  I know every mother &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt;have it--whatever it might be for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1255957946761828732?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1255957946761828732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1255957946761828732' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1255957946761828732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1255957946761828732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beautiful-peaceful-birth-space.html' title='My beautiful, peaceful birth space'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEH8-DsJna0/TYi7jvpEHEI/AAAAAAAAC4E/mlyZJmuOU8Q/s72-c/DSCN8620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-3913484792469638373</id><published>2011-03-24T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:02:40.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my mom and a late pregnancy list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFVX2F67z5M/TYtH3LbME7I/AAAAAAAAC6M/6jMxEeVkxGg/s1600/DSCN8579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHqpr4FhdUQ/TYs6ybsLznI/AAAAAAAAC6E/qTcD7e955aw/s1600/mama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHqpr4FhdUQ/TYs6ybsLznI/AAAAAAAAC6E/qTcD7e955aw/s200/mama.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587624400784182898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mom, photo by &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; at my Blessingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)  Today is my lovely mom's birthday.  Happy Birthday Mama!  I'm sorry I don't have your gift finished yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  These girls.  They play together so much these days.  Of course, it also means they fight, but I love to see them interacting.  Ivey yells "Shooozhee!" and tells her to "eet! eet!" and sometimes, if Suzi is throwing a fit, Ivey tells her to hush.  Here's Ivey playing dress-up in the armhole of one of my shirts, much to Suzi's amusement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFVX2F67z5M/TYtH3LbME7I/AAAAAAAAC6M/6jMxEeVkxGg/s320/DSCN8579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587638775968437170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And Suzi pretending to be a dog named Poopsie.  It's funny when Ivey joins in and starts crawling around and panting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1g1MHzTkz8/TYtH3QpBYoI/AAAAAAAAC6U/UoGRi21SzC4/s320/DSCN8555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587638777368633986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They discovered that twice as much mischief can be had in the rocking chair with two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9VuyjQtA-g/TYtH3tsLGbI/AAAAAAAAC6k/MKIfsKaFCI8/s320/DSCN8666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587638785166481842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The other day Ivey wore herself out so bad that we left her sitting in the recliner for a couple of minutes and when we came back she had fallen asleep looking like Winnie the Pooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2tWLZ7_Mq8/TYtH3lvB2NI/AAAAAAAAC6c/Cxe4mLzYu8E/s320/DSCN8571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587638783030974674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love them so, so much.  But they make me so, so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  I just realized we need a couple of things from Whole Foods for the birth.  Myrrh is one, which is for the placenta encapsulation process, and I also wanted some Rescue Remedy. I guess this means we'll be filling our gas tank again sooner than we thought.  WHY can't we get a Whole Foods or an Earth Fare or a Trader Joe's just a &lt;i&gt;little &lt;/i&gt;closer to home?  They pile them into the cities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  In my desire to have everything ready for the birth, which we feel will probably be in the first half of April, I made a day-by-day countdown to-do list.  Unfortunately my organizational enthusiasm exceeds my energy and I doubt all those things will get done.  Everything wasn't done for Ivey's birth either and we survived and I'd even say it was pleasant&lt;i&gt;.  &lt;/i&gt;With Suzi, &lt;i&gt;nothing &lt;/i&gt;was done.  As of her birthday we were renting a house that was a gigantic mess, had yet to close on the new home we were buying, and were set to bring her home to my parents' house.  Oh and Jordan had just started a new job the month before and had almost no time to take off.  Compared to that nightmare, this time everything is perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I can't wait to go to the chiropractor tomorrow.  I'm pretty sure Robert has stayed in a good position since my adjustment Monday, but I want to keep him there.  I've also been doing a lot of bending and lifting and don't feel great.  What did I do without the chiropractor the last two times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  The priorities still on my list:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- buy those supplies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- sterilize Robert's umbilical cord tie we made at the Blessingway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- make my belly cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- attempt to make a dress/gown for me to wear during the birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- put together new activity bags for the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- do a wool wash and lanolize Robert's diaper covers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- get all the cameras ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- make a playlist of birth music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- dig into my list of crafts, which are mostly for other people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- clean house one last time before the birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan is off tomorrow, so we are going to run a bunch of errands and get some of these things done.  Everything will be fine even if we get none of them done, but I'd really like to do at least most of them before the birth.  I am 38 weeks 5 days and so far, today is not feeling very productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-3913484792469638373?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3913484792469638373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=3913484792469638373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3913484792469638373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/3913484792469638373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-my-mom-and-late.html' title='Happy Birthday to my mom and a late pregnancy list'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHqpr4FhdUQ/TYs6ybsLznI/AAAAAAAAC6E/qTcD7e955aw/s72-c/mama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-1526268140235303969</id><published>2011-03-22T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:40:55.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>38 weeks:  A bad day and then a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hDZwy3Fpsc/TYiZMz5z-gI/AAAAAAAAC30/I-8sw9vIhI4/s1600/DSCN8594.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, March 20, 2011 - 38 weeks 1 day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am just so irritable today, for so many little reasons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my Blessingway, which &lt;a href="http://aidenandeve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; did for me, and it was wonderful.  Jenn made amazing cupcakes and Megan did a special henna design on my belly, and my mom and mother-in-law came.  Everyone brought me a bead for a birthing time bracelet, wrote down wishes for me and Robert for the birth, and we braided the baby an umbilical cord tie.  It was really special and I feel lucky to have such good friends.  I'll have to do another post about the Blessingway later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hDZwy3Fpsc/TYiZMz5z-gI/AAAAAAAAC30/I-8sw9vIhI4/s200/DSCN8594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586883783123270146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;38 weeks, 3 days with henna by Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My midwife came over before the Blessingway for a prenatal and the baby, who has been measuring on the small side of normal, is&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;measuring small enough that perhaps we should check on him.  It probably isn't a big deal because we don't normally have big babies, and I went past 41 weeks with the girls.  He has time to grow.  Yesterday he was in a weird, oblique position too, though.  Instead of settling into a head-down position and staying there, he's been rolling all around.  Carey is sending us for an ultrasound just to be sure everything is okay in there.  We're going to call tomorrow and see if we can get a chiropractor appointment first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been crawling around on my hands and knees, sitting on my birth ball, and doing pelvic rocks just trying to get him into a favorable position.  Sometimes I'll feel like I've gotten him head-down again and as soon as I check, he twists out of my hands in whichever direction he wants to go.  I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls and I have a cold, which is annoying.  I've been trying to avoid dairy and a couple of other things I love because of the cold.  I stayed home with them today but Jordan went to church because we had children's church and he had a meeting afterwards.  For some reason Ivey always waits to poop until her dad leaves, and she did that today.  It was a really bad one to clean up too.  And then the girls screeched and fought with each other and Jordan came home later than expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Jordan looked in the fridge and said, "oh, there's goat cheese!" and I snapped at him not to eat all my goat cheese, and then felt bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him "I am just so &lt;i&gt;angry &lt;/i&gt;today!"  And, really, it's not the best day.  It feels like there's more I want to do than I can possibly get done before the birth, I'm getting a little OCD, and I am quite pregnant after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the way to &lt;a href="http://splitcreek.com/"&gt;buy some more goat cheese&lt;/a&gt; I realized, I am mostly just worried about Robert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;UPDATE!  Tuesday, March 22, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I called the chiropractor and got an early appointment for an adjustment and the Webster technique.  Just before we left, I called Carey and she had gotten me set up to go for the ultrasound in the afternoon.  Dr. Wickiser adjusted several different things and explained that when the round ligament is too tight, it can make it so the baby has a hard time getting into position.  That is probably why Robert was moving around so much--he was trying to go the right direction, but it just wasn't comfortable.  By the time we arrived at my parents' house to drop the girls off before the ultrasound, I already felt different, like he was settling in.  The chiropractor is awesome.  I don't think I'll ever go through another pregnancy without chiropractic, especially not at the end.  I'm going back a few more times before the birth (assuming Robert stays in for a couple more weeks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ultrasound couldn't have gone better.  We only had to wait a few minutes and the first thing the tech told us was that Robert is head down.  Yay!  The chiropractor helped!  He was moving, practicing his breathing, and appeared to be drinking amniotic fluid too.  We got to watch him moving his lips and sticking his tongue out, which was really cute.  As for his size, he is supposed to be about 6 pounds 7 ounces, give or take a pound, which is a fine size.  His projected due date (although, really, dating is best done around 20 weeks) was April 11--the date I guessed as soon as I realized I was pregnant!  Apparently I just like to take my time growing babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everything is fine.  The only unusual thing about the ultrasound is that the little boy had his feet crossed up by his head.  I have no idea how he got them there but even the ultrasound tech thought it was pretty interesting.  I know he isn't stuck that way because he has already been kicking me up high this morning, so I guess he was just showing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the happy days of pregnancy.  We are all set for our waterbirth--the tub is set up, our supplies are packed away, and it could be anytime but probably, and I'm hoping, it will be a couple of weeks.  After going to 41 weeks + 2 days twice so far, this time I won't feel &lt;i&gt;late,&lt;/i&gt; I'll feel normal.  Today I am going to try to get a little cleaning done and hopefully I won't be too tired to take Suzi to dance this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-1526268140235303969?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1526268140235303969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=1526268140235303969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1526268140235303969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/1526268140235303969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/38-weeks-bad-day-and-then-good-day.html' title='38 weeks:  A bad day and then a good day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hDZwy3Fpsc/TYiZMz5z-gI/AAAAAAAAC30/I-8sw9vIhI4/s72-c/DSCN8594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-8074550546942484537</id><published>2011-03-15T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:42:57.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>Cashmere shorties, modeled by Ivey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these short, chubby little legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krQsLLbe-ao/TX-wnvfYgFI/AAAAAAAAC3k/2RaqcXbU8XM/s1600/DSCN8518.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bjTpRHn7bA/TX-upuVIogI/AAAAAAAAC3E/SEK-MFvY3pY/s320/DSCN8505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584374094797251074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOWe-zC8YpI/TX-uqlUjCKI/AAAAAAAAC3c/3lFxyhgPXy0/s1600/DSCN8510.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8kuLRraH0M/TX-uqfuTmRI/AAAAAAAAC3U/FZDVpgpH-j8/s1600/DSCN8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8kuLRraH0M/TX-uqfuTmRI/AAAAAAAAC3U/FZDVpgpH-j8/s320/DSCN8509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584374108056164626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made these shorties (Ivey calls them "pents") out of a funky-colored cashmere sweater in my stash, one I really didn't like that much, because this was a practice run.  I wasn't nervous about cutting into this holey cardigan.  It wasn't like when I cut into the sweater I used for the &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/fancy-wool-shorties-for-robert.html"&gt;owl shorties&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://inexplicableways.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; gave me that one and it was the perfect thickness and a hard-to-find color.  I was kind of scared to cut it, but luckily it ended up a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cashmere was really soft and, even though I had to cut into the shoulder seams on one side to get enough material, and there was a hole in the butt, I think the shorties turned out pretty nice.  They were my first try in a totally new size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOWe-zC8YpI/TX-uqlUjCKI/AAAAAAAAC3c/3lFxyhgPXy0/s320/DSCN8510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584374109558737058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_60vOiKJHc/TX-up6scCrI/AAAAAAAAC3M/_36DZZ6NmiI/s320/DSCN8508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584374098116217522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8DhD_91fnQ/TX-upR5J91I/AAAAAAAAC28/kFYHxRwaoyY/s320/DSCN8502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584374087163705170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I sewed up the hole in the butt and put a heart patch over it.  It needed a little something anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krQsLLbe-ao/TX-wnvfYgFI/AAAAAAAAC3k/2RaqcXbU8XM/s320/DSCN8518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584376259772186706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJk7vJC6X8s/TX-wnxJ2YZI/AAAAAAAAC3s/KC9ytg5QNvo/s320/DSCN8522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584376260218741138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love making these.  Next I need to wash and lanolize them so they can be used as water resistant covers.  I've never had to care for wool diapers before, but I'm hoping these will be easier than most.  They're already felted so that's one less way for me to ruin them, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-8074550546942484537?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8074550546942484537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=8074550546942484537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8074550546942484537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/8074550546942484537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/cashmere-shorties-modeled-by-ivey.html' title='Cashmere shorties, modeled by Ivey'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bjTpRHn7bA/TX-upuVIogI/AAAAAAAAC3E/SEK-MFvY3pY/s72-c/DSCN8505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-7512547975420706949</id><published>2011-03-13T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:57:50.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diaper'/><title type='text'>Fancy wool shorties for Robert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1StFaYFEnXw/TX2Gd1OLUPI/AAAAAAAAC20/9hwA6ajiy0I/s1600/DSCN8498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1StFaYFEnXw/TX2Gd1OLUPI/AAAAAAAAC20/9hwA6ajiy0I/s320/DSCN8498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583766960070152434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put off trying to make these for so long.  I must have thought it wouldn't work and I'd end up sitting at the sewing machine crying.  But today I got up early and made one diaper cover using &lt;a href="http://www.clothdiaperblog.com/tag/recycled-wool-diaper-covers/"&gt;these instructions from Cloth Diaper Blog&lt;/a&gt;, which were ever so helpful.  Once I'd done the first cover (not pictured; it is just plain) I altered the leg cuffs a bit and these are what I got.  I love making them, but these are both sized for a newborn (or a little bigger) and I have no idea if they'll fit right.  I'm thinking of making Ivey some.  I am also going to have to get &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; to remind me how much of what to use for washing and lanolizing.  She walked me through the whole thing a few weeks ago and I should have been taking notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how much we did today.  Making diapers.  Getting to church almost on time.  Going out for Mexican afterwards, and then taking the girls and the dog to the botanical gardens for some fun outdoor time.  Then Jordan had a session meeting at church and I stayed home with the tired girls and worked on these diaper covers!  It was a big day, and made up for our lazy Saturday yesterday.  We both went for eye exams and got contacts and that's about it.  I love my new daily lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I am 37 weeks and 1 day today.  If you look closely, the picture above doubles as a belly shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472399563141922488-7512547975420706949?l=babyfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7512547975420706949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472399563141922488&amp;postID=7512547975420706949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7512547975420706949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472399563141922488/posts/default/7512547975420706949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/fancy-wool-shorties-for-robert.html' title='Fancy wool shorties for Robert!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154415218933660079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HQhfnr92c/Twx1P5E4hXI/AAAAAAAADnY/OTNSvYaEgBM/s220/jennyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1StFaYFEnXw/TX2Gd1OLUPI/AAAAAAAAC20/9hwA6ajiy0I/s72-c/DSCN8498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472399563141922488.post-2601751205147322595</id><published>2011-03-08T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:41:34.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><title type='text'>Top 10 ways I'm not very good at natural parenting (and why I keep trying anyway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the March Carnival of Natural Parenting: Natural Parenting Top 10 Lists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/2011/03/march-carnival-of-natural-parenting.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hobo Mama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://codenamemama.com/2011/03/08/mar-carnatpar/" target="_blank"&gt;Code Name: Mama&lt;/a&gt;. This month our participants have shared Top 10 lists on a wide variety of aspects of attachment parenting and natural living. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- END TOP CODE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the birth of my first child, I knew practically nothing about natural parenting.  I realized breastfeeding was good, and I thought baby slings were neat.  Yep, that's about it.  I did not grow up observing many natural parenting principles, and I wasn't the least bit crunchy before I got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be obvious that now, less than four years since I started learning about all these things, it is still a work in progress.  Here are the top ten ways I screw up daily as a natural parent, starting with the least of the evils and counting down to number one.  I'm pretty sure I might have read similar lists by others, although I can't remember where.  I tried to find one but couldn't.  If you know of one please tell me and I'll link to it!  Here's my list.  I hope you still like me once you get to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - I cloth diaper, but not very well.  We have a mix of cloth diapers, mostly consisting of velcro-fastening covers with the cheapest inserts we could find that were not prefolds.  We have no wool anything.  I have never lanolized or done a wool wash.  Our diapers get ugly stains and I just leave them there.  I recently &lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-so-wonderful-i-had-to-make-list.html"&gt;bought a bunch of diapers&lt;/a&gt; for the new baby from my friend &lt;a href="http://adayinthelensof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;.  They are cute and some of them are, well, beautiful.  I never thought of a cloth diaper as something that needed to be beautiful.  It was something that could save me money and would be covered by my baby's pants.  But I love these tiny little diapers.  For Baby Robert, I am going to make upcycled wool shorties and applique something adorable on the butt and buy him some t-shirts to wear so he can show it off.  Because now I see that diapers can be an art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - I don't ever want to be on the news for being harassed while breastfeeding.  I love breastfeeding, and support a woman's right to nurse wherever, covered or not.  I think the women who go on the news and out establishments for bullying nursing moms are amazing and important.  I've attended a nurse-in held for another mom.  And if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realllly &lt;/span&gt;had to, I'd stand up for myself and my baby.  But probably, my husband Jordan would be the one giving somebody a piece of his mind.  I am not one of those women who is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hope somebody &lt;/span&gt;does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say something to me because they won't know what hit them.&lt;/span&gt;  I probably would go on the news if I had to but I'd much rather just sit there and nurse my baby and be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Our toys are not all handcrafted wooden ones, and we even watch princess movies.  I enjoyed Disney movies as a child, the princesses especially.  There was no way I was going to keep my kids from watching them.  But Suzi has not been swayed into being ultra-girly.  After viewing a Disney classic such as Sleeping Beauty, Suzi pulls on her rain boots and announces in a gruff voice that she "is the prince!  Off to rescue the princess and marry her!"  Ivey doesn't currently care about TV one way or the other, except for turning it on and off repeatedly.  As for our toys, we usually opt for simple, wooden, handmade toys, but sometimes we don't.  Other people frequently gift us with battery-operated plastic items, and if the kids love it we usually keep it.  Sometimes I even like those toys, if they aren't just noisy for the sake of being noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - We plan to homeschool, but we haven't nailed down the details yet.  Suzi is going to be four in May, so we have a while to figure this out.  We don't legally have to do anything until the year she'd be in first grade, but we probably could do a little more than we're doing right now.  It's tricky, because Suzi is not into being drilled or directed.  She is probably more of an unschooling type, but I went to public school so that approach does not come easily to me.  I need to make a point of jumping in and doing more, trying various things and seeing what works, especially in this year before she'd be going to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - I'm not a good cook.  I just never really enjoyed cooking, for whatever reason.  It's a victory for me to come up with a halfway balanced meal at all, let alone something creative that contains whole, unprocessed foods my kids will enjoy.  I try, but all my ideas come from other people.  There are also many good foods I've never tasted.  Since becoming a parent, and thanks to my more knowledgeable friends, I've been introduced to such things as steel cut oats, real whipped cream, quinoa, spaghetti squash and goat's milk.  I need to branch out, have fun and think of my time in the kitchen as working on a craft project.  I've always liked the Waldorf idea of having a different grain for every day of the week, so I might go buy the ones we don't have and try some of &lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/2011/02/calling-for-submissions-for-march.html"&gt;these recipes&lt;/a&gt;.  I might accidentally stumble upon something Suzi will eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Hand-in-hand with #6...  I'm a junk food junkie.  Ice cream, cheetos, cookies with milk, little powdered donuts.  I get started and can't stop.  At least I have pretty much conquered my soda problem, though, because I drink mostly water now.  I'm not going to pretend I have any intention of giving up sweets, but you know what I could do to improve?  Bake more of my own goodies with wholesome, real ingredients and leave the barely-qualifies-as-food stuff at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - My kids get sick and I freak out.  I know there was something I read one time about treating (whatever) at home, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was it?  &lt;/span&gt;Then I find the answer and, of course, we need some obscure herb that I should have carefully packed away in a medicine cabinet, but I never did.  Why?  Because it's overwhelming and expensive to buy all these things before you need them.  Someday I am going to learn my lesson, compile a basic list, drop a couple hundred bucks at Earth Fare and be done with it.  Our kids are usually fine without a doctor's visit anyway, because we've acquired some basic knowledge and the most commonly needed items.  But we do need to work on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - I'm a pregnancy slacker.  I don't exercise like I should, although my midwife kindly reminds me that housework (like running up and down the stairs to put laundry away) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;exercise.  I don't cut things out of my diet that I probably should.  I sit in my recliner a lot.  I forget to take my vitamins, although this time around I have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;good about taking my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cal-Mag-FIZZ-Lemon-Lime-492-gr/dp/B00025YGXU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299022924&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;cal-mag&lt;/a&gt;.  That's because if I don't take it I can't sleep, and it tastes good too.  It makes me feel better if I look at my first pregnancy, when I was eating large bowls of ice cream all the time because I thought that was what pregnant women did, and think how far I've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Sometimes I lay guilt trips and nag my children to say please and thank you, and that sort of thing, when I should be modeling the behavior I want from them.  I should be treating them politely at all times, but sometimes I get downright rude if I've had a hard day and I'm irritated.  I say things to them that I wouldn't say to another adult, like telling them to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move &lt;/span&gt;instead of saying "excuse me" when they are under my feet and I'm trying to get work done in a hurry.  And then I expect them to blow people away with their politeness.  Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I yell.  I have a temper and get frustrated easily.  Sometimes I hurt my kids' feelings.  I don't want to yell, but it's a hard habit to break.  This is my biggest, most difficult problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for sharing all this is not only to make a list of areas I'd like to improve, but also to point out that the idea is not to be perfect, it's to do your best.  We didn't choose natural parenting because we thought we'd be so great at it.  It's just that the more we got acquainted with natural parenting, the more we realized it would be better for our family.  We wouldn't grow as parents if we didn't challenge ourselves to take this better but less familiar path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please tell me I'm not alone.  Do you do any of these things?  Do you have totally different issues?  Any advice to help with some of mine?  Please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/p/carnival-of-natural-parenting.html" target="_blank" title="Carnival of Natural Parenting"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Carnival of Natural Parenting -- Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama" border="0" class="alignright" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee159/lintpicker/CNPnaturalparent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/p/carnival-of-natural-parenting.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobo Mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://codenamemama.com/carnival-of-natural-parenting/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code Name: Mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out how you can participate in the next Carnival of Natural Parenting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This list will be live and updated by afternoon March 8 with all the carnival links.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://childorganics.blogspot.com/2011/03/attachment-parenting-in-nicu.html" target="_blank"&gt;Attachment Parenting in the NICU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Erica at &lt;strong&gt;ChildOrganics&lt;/strong&gt; shares some strategies to help you parent naturally in some unnatural circumstances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diaryofafirstchild.com/2011/03/08/10-reasons-to-choose-baby-led-weaning/" target="_blank"&gt;10 Reasons to Choose Baby Led Weaning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Luschka from &lt;strong&gt;Diary of a First Child&lt;/strong&gt; shares ten reasons to choose Baby Led Weaning when it comes to solids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://workingtobeworthy.blogspot.com/2011/03/choosing-to-breastfeed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Choosing to Breastfeed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — From selfishness to self-giving, CatholicMommy at &lt;strong&gt;Working to be Worthy&lt;/strong&gt; lists reasons why breast is best for her and her family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theartsymama.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-things-i-wish-i-knew-before-little.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Things I Wish I Knew About Before Little Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — In this reflective post, &lt;strong&gt;The ArstyMama&lt;/strong&gt; discusses ten things she wishes she knew more about before the birth of her son, Little Man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://accidentalnaturalmama.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-things-that-have-helped-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;10 Things That Helped Me Become a Natural Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;The Accidental Natural Mama&lt;/strong&gt; counts down ten things that helped her find her moderately crunchy inner mama self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katewicker.com/2011/03/top-10-reasons-to-nurse-toddler.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Reasons to Breastfeed Your Toddler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Extended breast-feeder Kate Wicker of &lt;strong&gt;Momopoly&lt;/strong&gt; makes her own top 10 list for why she loves nursing her 2-year-old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authenticparenting.info/2011/03/top-10-tips-on-authentic-grandparenting.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Tips on Authentic Grandparenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Mamapoekie of &lt;strong&gt;Authentic Parenting&lt;/strong&gt; offers a list of tips to make the grandparent-parent-child relationship flow smoothly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bisonweb.ca/blog/?p=590" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten "Dad" Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Liam at &lt;strong&gt;In The Now&lt;/strong&gt; talks about his favourite ways to spend time with his children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchychewymama.com/index.php/natural-strategies-for-conception" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Natural Strategies for Conception (aka How to Get Pregnant!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Despite facing plenty of health issues, Jessica Claire at &lt;strong&gt;Crunchy-Chewy Mama&lt;/strong&gt; found her way to two first-try pregnancies thanks to these natural strategies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamingaloudnet.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-reasons-why-home-birth-rocks.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Reasons Why Home Birth Rocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Lucy at Dreaming Aloud shares her passion for birthing at home - the natural place for natural birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://clothnappiesarefun.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-reasons-why-cloth-nappies-are.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 reasons why cloth nappies are fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Tat at &lt;strong&gt;Cloth Nappies Are Fun&lt;/strong&gt; shows how using cloth nappies can brighten up your day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://innatewholeness.com/?p=4720" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Ways to Be Present With Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Amy at &lt;strong&gt;Innate Wholeness&lt;/strong&gt; shares how to make the most of parenting and family life through being present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonirae.com/top-10-things-in-my-arsenal-of-kitchen-witchy-mama-tricks/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Things In My Arsenal of Kitchen Witchy Mama Tricks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Joni Rae at &lt;strong&gt;Tales of A Kitchen Witch&lt;/strong&gt; shares with us the simple things she would never want to be missing from her cupboards.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-ways-im-not-very-good-at-natural.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 ways I'm not very good at natural parenting (and why I keep trying anyway)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Jenny at &lt;strong&gt;Babyfingers&lt;/strong&gt; shares the ways she is imperfect as a natural parent, and why she embraces natural parenting anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturalparentsnetwork.com/mar-carnatpar/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Ways to Know You Are a Natural Parent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — So what makes us "natural parents," anyway? A lighthearted look at the Top 10 Ways to Know You Are a Natural Parent by the editors and readers of &lt;strong&gt;Natural Parents Network&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://letstakethemetro.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-things-every-natural-household.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Top 10 Things Every Natural Household (with children) Should Have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Amanda at &lt;strong&gt;Let's Take the Metro&lt;/strong&gt; shares a list of the most common natural products and remedies she uses for health and cleaning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlegreenblog.com/family-and-food/green-parenting/books-spiritual-children" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 books for raising loving, spiritual children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — In her 'food for the soul' post, Mrs Green from &lt;strong&gt;Little Green Blog&lt;/strong&gt; shares her favourite spiritual books. No matter what religion you practise, there's something for everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyingmyway.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-things-no-one-told-me-about.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Things No One Told Me About Natural Parenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Adrienne at &lt;strong&gt;Mommying My Way&lt;/strong&gt; explains that the best things about natural parenting are things she never expected.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynaturebaby.ca/blog/2011/03/08/top-ten-flower-essences-for-families/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Flower Essences for Families&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Kim of &lt;strong&gt;Nature Baby Bloggings&lt;/strong&gt; lists her pick of the top ten flower essence which can help ease families through the ups and downs of life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://little-willa-lamb.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-top-ten-parenting-tools.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Top Ten Parenting Tools&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Amyables at &lt;strong&gt;Toddler In Tow&lt;/strong&gt; names the top ten tools that have been helpful to her while learning to parent respectfully and successfully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeybuttjunction.com/2011/03/08/ten-ways-for-families-to-enjoy-nature-for-free-or-nearly-free" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Ways Families Can Enjoy Nature (for free!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Spring is nearly in the air, and Jenn at &lt;strong&gt;Monkey Butt Junction&lt;/strong&gt; is dreaming of the fun and frugal ways that her family is going to get out and enjoy nature this summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelbabyjazzymama.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-reasons-we-unschool.html" target="_blank"&gt;10 Reasons We Unschool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Patti at &lt;strong&gt;Jazzy Mama&lt;/strong&gt; explains why unschooling is the right choice for her family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anktangle.com/2011/03/must-read-natural-parenting-top-ten.html" target="_blank"&gt;Must Read: Natural Parenting Top Ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Amy at &lt;strong&gt;Anktangle&lt;/strong&gt; wants you to do a little reading! She shares her top ten favorite books to help parents prepare for pregnancy, birth, and parenting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://agiftuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-breastfeeding-misconceptions.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Breastfeeding Misconceptions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Sheila at &lt;strong&gt;A Gift Universe&lt;/strong&gt; examines ten reasons women give for why they didn't breastfeed as long as they wanted, and shows how these obstacles can be overcome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightsandletters.com/writing/2011/3/8/ten-reasons-to-plan-a-home-birth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Reasons to Plan a Home Birth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Since a home birth can be an incredibly empowering experience, Leslie at &lt;strong&gt;Lights and Letters&lt;/strong&gt; outlines ten reasons why you should plan to have your baby at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://meganbishop.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-books-for-birth-breastfeeding.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Books for Birth, Breastfeeding and Parenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Megan at &lt;strong&gt;Just Me(gan)&lt;/strong&gt; writes about the ten books that have helped her the most in her natural parenting journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://toloveeverymoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-letter-to-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Top Ten Letter To Me...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Kat at &lt;strong&gt;Loving {Almost} Every Moment&lt;/strong&gt; writes herself a letter of reflections and bits of wisdom she would have liked to know as a new mama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchyishmama.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-mama-necessities-money-cant-buy.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Mama Necessities Money Can't Buy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Buying baby gear is fun, but Emily at &lt;strong&gt;Crunchy(ish) Mama&lt;/strong&gt; knows real parenting must-haves can't be bought in stores (or even on Amazon).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilinglikesunshine1.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-books-for-natural-mum.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Books for a Natural Mum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Isil at &lt;strong&gt;Smiling like Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt; talks about her Top 10 Books for a Natural Mum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.mindfullifeshop.com/2011/03/ten-great-spring-activities-to-do-with.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Great Spring Activities To Do With Preschoolers &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Kellie at &lt;strong&gt;Our Mindful Life&lt;/strong&gt; and her family have come up with a great list of activities to do together this spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fingerpaintsuperheroes.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-ways-to-reuse-yogurt-containers.html" target="_blank"&gt;10 Ways to Reuse Yogurt Containers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Acacia at &lt;strong&gt;Fingerpaint &amp;amp; Superheroes&lt;/strong&gt; keeps the stacks of yogurt containers out of her recycling bin by reusing them in both practical and creative ways. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hybridrastamama.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-ways-to-have-harmonious-home.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Ways To Have a Harmonious Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Jennifer at &lt;strong&gt;Hybrid Rasta Mama&lt;/strong&gt; shares her natural parenting-inspired methods for maintaining a harmonious daily life with her toddler.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ithoughtiknewmama.com/2011/03/10-natural-baby-items/" target="_blank"&gt;10 Natural Baby Items I Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Charise at &lt;strong&gt;I Thought I Knew Mama&lt;/strong&gt; shares product ideas to support your natural parenting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandamoly.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/the-pandas-top-five-crunch-osophies/" target="_blank"&gt;The Pandas' Top Five Crunch-osophies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Top five crunchy philosophies, as employed at the Panda Residence by Ana at &lt;strong&gt;Pandamoly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wp.me/pMVLj-EB" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Reasons to Leave Your Son Intact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Mandy at &lt;strong&gt;Living Peacefully with Children&lt;/strong&gt; has shared 10 reasons why you should leave your newborn son intact.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writeaboutbirth.com/index.php/2011/03/07/ten-things-everyone-should-know-about-unassisted-homebirth/" target="_blank"&gt;Ten things everyone should know about unassisted homebirth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Olivia at &lt;strong&gt;Write About Birth&lt;/strong&gt; shares practical tips for women considering an unassisted homebirth and debunks some common myths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-natural-motherhood-journey.com/natural-parenting-march-2011.html" target="_blank"&gt;10 Most Popular Ways To Treat Cloth Diaper Stains&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Chante at &lt;strong&gt;My Natural Motherhood Journey&lt;/strong&gt; gives ten easy tips to make your diapers like new.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://farmersdaughterct.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/10-lessons-in-1-year/" target="_blank"&gt;10 Lessons in 1 Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Abbie at &lt;strong&gt;Farmer's Daughter&lt;/strong&gt; shares 10 parenting lessons that she has learned throughout her first year of motherhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilsnowflakes.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/breastfeeding-top-ten/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Ways to Get Breastfeeding Off To a Good Start&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Sheryl at &lt;strong&gt;Little Snowflakes&lt;/strong&gt; shares 10 effective ways to ensure breastfeeding gets off to a good start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://codenamemama.com/2011/03/08/mar-carnatpar/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Ways to Avoid a Time-Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — If you are uncomfortable using time-outs in an attempt to control your child's behavior, try one of these gentler alternatives. Dionna at &lt;strong&gt;Code Name: Mama&lt;/strong&gt; shares her Top 10 Ways to Avoid a Time-Out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dulcefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-top-10-parenting-scriptures.html" target=""&gt;My Top 10 Parenting Scriptures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/strong&gt; is learning to integrate faith and parenting. Whether it is breastfeeding, babywearing, comforting her children, or gentle discipline, she finds that the Bible has beautiful passages to encourage her on her journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangerlm.blogspot.com/2011/03/natural-cleaning-ideas-top-10.html" target="_blank"&gt;Natural Cleaning Ideas - Top 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Laura at &lt;strong&gt;Laura's Blog&lt;/strong&gt; lists the ways she keeps her house clean and clear of chemicals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wanderwonderdiscover.com/2011/03/my-top-ten-plus-two-life-altering-and.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Top Ten (plus two) Life Altering and Growth Inspiring Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — A top ten list of books from MJ at &lt;strong&gt;Wander Wonder Discover&lt;/strong&gt; that changed her life as an individual, a parent, and an earth dweller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommymakescents.com/2011/03/Top-10-Ways-to-Use-Natural-Parenting-for-Children-with-Special-Needs" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Ways to Use Natural Parenting for Children with Special Needs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Danielle at &lt;strong&gt;Mommy Makes Cents&lt;/strong&gt; feeds the needs of her family and special needs child through the use of Natural Parenting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepracticaldilettante.com/2011/03/08/ten-fundamentals/" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Fundamentals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Seonaid at &lt;strong&gt;The Practical Dilettante&lt;/strong&gt; gets philosophical with a list of the fundamentals that drive her natural parenting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wp.me/p17SjJ-60" target="_blank"&gt;10 reasons why I chose breast over bottles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Becky at &lt;strong&gt;Old New Legacy&lt;/strong&gt; writes a quick list of why she chose breast over bottles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://beneaththerowantree.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-natural-toys-declutter-save.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Natural Tools for the Work of Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Lori at Beneath the Rowan Tree offers insight into 10 natural toys that will span the early years (and save you money).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ichigomeansstrawberry.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-differences-in-pregnancy-and.html" target="_blank"&gt;10 differences between pregnancy and parenting in Japan and the US &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Megan at &lt;strong&gt;Ichigo Means Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt; gives her impressions about differences in pregnancy and parenting in Japan and the US.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bennyandbex.blogspot.com/2011/03/natural-parenting-benny-bex-style.html" target="_blank"&gt;Natural Parenting Benny &amp;amp; Bex Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Pecky at &lt;strong&gt;Benny and Bex&lt;/strong&gt; explains why Natural Parenting principles work best for her boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbythelightofthemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnival-of-natural-parenting-top-10.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Reasons to Co-Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — 10 practical, emotional, and completely selfish reasons to co-sleep and share a family bed from Lily, aka &lt;strong&gt;Witch Mom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamkemendo.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-top-ten-new-mommy-moments.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Top Ten New Mommy Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Melissa at &lt;strong&gt;The New Mommy Files&lt;/strong&gt; recounts the ten most memorable moments of her daughter's first year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://talesofatiredmommy.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-things-every-breastfeeding.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Things Every Breastfeeding Mother Needs to Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Kristen at &lt;strong&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/strong&gt; believes knowledge is power and wants all moms to be well informed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommajorje.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-nursing-positions-situations.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Nursing Positions / Situations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;Momma Jorje&lt;/strong&gt; uses her 5½ years of nursing experience to share her Top 10 Nursing Positions/Situations. She includes some adorable photos of her youngest daughter at the breast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://onelovelivity.com/childofnatureblog/?p=1655" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Top Ways to Connect Kids with Nature &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Terri from &lt;strong&gt;Child at the Nature Isle&lt;/strong&gt; offers 10 ways to immerse ourselves in the natural world and develop a love affair with the Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theguavaliciouslife.com/?p=47" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Slacker Ways to Natural Parent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;Guavalicious&lt;/strong&gt; is happy to show you how to parent naturally the slacker way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellabeanandco.blogspot.com/2011/02/simply-what-it-looks-like.html" target="_blank"&gt;Simply what it looks like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Andrea!!! from &lt;strong&gt;Ella-Bean &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/strong&gt; offers a glimpse into natural parenting through the eyes of mama and babe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wp.me/p1gc3I-8q" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Reasons Why Natural Parenting Dads Are So Attractive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Nada at &lt;strong&gt;miniMOMist&lt;/strong&gt; sure digs her husband, but it's not just his good looks -- it's his parenting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intrepidmurmurings.com/2011/03/10-family-systems-and-routines-that-work-for-us/" target="_blank"&gt;10 Family Systems and Routines That Work for Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — See what routines, organizational systems, and parenting approaches work for Kristin at &lt;strong&gt;Intrepid Murmurings&lt;/strong&gt; to help avoid conflict and maintain sanity in a family with three young children.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobomama.com/2011/03/march-carnival-of-natural-parenting.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 reasons to choose midwifery care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Lauren at &lt;strong&gt;Hobo Mama&lt;/strong&gt; lists the features that drew her to midwives' care for pregnancy and birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparentvortex.com/wordpress/10-ways-to-cloth-diaper-on-a-budget/" target="_blank"&gt;10 Ways to Cloth Diaper on a Budget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Michelle at &lt;strong&gt;The Parent Vortex&lt;/strong&gt; shares her best thrifty cloth diapering tips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamasfeltcafe.com/2011/03/ten-reasons-it-felt-sew-good-to-make-my.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Reasons it Felt Sew Good To Make My Own Play Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Brittany at &lt;strong&gt;Mama's Felt Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; lists her 10 (OK, 11) favorite reasons to grab a needle and start sewing your own felt play toys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bouncetomoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/top10-ways-to-spark-interest-learn-and.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top10 Ways to Spark Interest, Learn, and Have Fun With Everyday Tasks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Bethy at &lt;strong&gt;Bounce Me to the Moon&lt;/strong&gt; gives you her top 10 ways of incorporating fun and lessons into everyday tasks and chores.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifoundmyfeet.blogspot.com/2011/03/postpartum-gift-ideas.html" target="_blank"&gt;Postpartum Gift Ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Alicia at &lt;strong&gt;I Found My Feet&lt;/strong&gt; suggests a top 10 list of gifts for mother's after giving birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://momgrooves.com/2011/03/top-ten-shows/" target="_blank"&gt;My Top Ten Shows Worthy Of Screen Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Tree at &lt;strong&gt;Mom Grooves&lt;/strong&gt; shares her top ten list of shows that she believes are positive, educational, kind, joyful, and a nice way to share some downtime with your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatmamagretchen.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-ways-to-succeed-as-working_08.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Top 10 Ways to Succeed as an Working Attachment Parent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;That Mama Gretchen&lt;/strong&gt; shares tried and true ways to succeed with attachment parenting even when working away from home during the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://meta-mom.com/top-10-books" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten Books for Natural Parenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Pregnancy, herbs, cooking, and healthcare    the ten books Asha at &lt;strong&gt;Meta Mom&lt;/strong&gt; the most.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://propsonpalingenesis.blogspot.com/2011/03/preparing-for-hospital-vbac-my-top-10.html" target="_blank"&gt;Preparing for a Hospital VBAC:  My Top 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Thomasin at &lt;strong&gt;Propson Palingenesis&lt;/strong&gt; shares 10 ways she's preparing for her upcoming hospital VBAC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabulousmamachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-new-mom-survival-tools.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Ten New Mom Survival Tools&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Wolfmother shares her most beloved motherhood survival tools at &lt;strong&gt;Fabulous Mama Chronicles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingmontessorinow.com/2011/03/08/top-10-montessori-principles-for-natural-learning/" target="_blank"&gt;Top 10 Montessori Principles for Natural Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Deb Chitwood at &lt;strong&gt;Living Montessori Now&lt;/strong&gt; gives her top 10 list of Montessori principles parents can use to encourage their children  s natural learning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mother-flippin.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-granola.html" target="_blank"&gt;Going Granola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; — Tashmica from &lt;strong&gt;The Mother Flippin' Blog&lt;/strong&gt; describes the 10 ways that natural parenting sneaked up on her. She never expected to go all granola on the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt
