<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408</id><updated>2011-08-30T08:45:49.109-07:00</updated><category term='urban therapy'/><category term='the journey'/><category term='http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9127_278087725006_691570006_8694411_7748586_n.jpg'/><category term='Christmas Fun'/><category term='Seattle'/><category term='squam'/><category term='ferry'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2wOAGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/URNQUAISV_E/s320/playdo.jpg'/><category term='journal'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>L'il Bit Crunchy</title><subtitle type='html'>Blooming where I'm planted...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1179347540585061268</id><published>2010-12-02T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:41:18.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, home again..</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted on this blog for a long time, but feeling the pull to get small, more connected with what's right in front of me.  Just wanted to post a link to a very lovely new to me website, &lt;a href="http://rhythmofthehome.com/"&gt;Rhythm of the Home&lt;/a&gt;   I'm loving it!!  Just what I'm needing right now.  They're hosting a &lt;a href="http://rhythmofthehomeblog.com/12/winter-giveaway/"&gt;great giveaway&lt;/a&gt; right now on their blog.  The new Winter edition of Rhythm of the Home is up right now!  Check it out.  I think you'll like it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-1179347540585061268?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1179347540585061268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1179347540585061268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1179347540585061268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1179347540585061268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-home-again.html' title='Ah, home again..'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-3694778127616358175</id><published>2010-01-11T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:39:03.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thoughts for today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NHjUEdiebE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NHjUEdiebE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-3694778127616358175?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3694778127616358175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=3694778127616358175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3694778127616358175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3694778127616358175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-thoughts-for-today.html' title='Good thoughts for today...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8520011685709838280</id><published>2009-12-26T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:00:15.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Fun'/><title type='text'>Views, lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOjvXVXI/AAAAAAAAApw/9yaR4cuscO8/s1600-h/snowT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOjvXVXI/AAAAAAAAApw/9yaR4cuscO8/s400/snowT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419771239861802354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOKYhpZI/AAAAAAAAApo/DEtyoCt2Q0E/s1600-h/snowSBnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOKYhpZI/AAAAAAAAApo/DEtyoCt2Q0E/s400/snowSBnat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419771233055122834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblN9yeFNI/AAAAAAAAApg/EQVNtZO1lFs/s1600-h/snowluke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblN9yeFNI/AAAAAAAAApg/EQVNtZO1lFs/s400/snowluke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419771229674280146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblMk78iwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YHsbMdDK-tM/s1600-h/cookiehands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblMk78iwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YHsbMdDK-tM/s400/cookiehands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419771205823269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblNPcQtGI/AAAAAAAAApY/MTUxtl2Uevo/s1600-h/SBdoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblNPcQtGI/AAAAAAAAApY/MTUxtl2Uevo/s400/SBdoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419771217233097826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOjvXVXI/AAAAAAAAApw/9yaR4cuscO8/s1600-h/snowT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzbowlELsQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/X_oYs0g9Ebc/s400/SBsmartglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419775122867990786" 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/3584594265744768408-8520011685709838280?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8520011685709838280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8520011685709838280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8520011685709838280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8520011685709838280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/views-lately.html' title='Views, lately'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SzblOjvXVXI/AAAAAAAAApw/9yaR4cuscO8/s72-c/snowT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-3324550107659325848</id><published>2009-12-16T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:06:08.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views, continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(antiquing in Snohomish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJ8TmzgoI/AAAAAAAAApI/Npan6tCkEJc/s1600-h/antiques3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJ8TmzgoI/AAAAAAAAApI/Npan6tCkEJc/s400/antiques3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416082064782099074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJQZL0xGI/AAAAAAAAApA/kwhm5EReFcg/s1600-h/antiques1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJQZL0xGI/AAAAAAAAApA/kwhm5EReFcg/s400/antiques1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081310365303906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJP6b46VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nmb6CRyjRsE/s1600-h/antiques2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJP6b46VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nmb6CRyjRsE/s400/antiques2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081302111185234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJPThc8NI/AAAAAAAAAow/W0Af8LieZTc/s1600-h/antiques4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJPThc8NI/AAAAAAAAAow/W0Af8LieZTc/s400/antiques4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081291665535186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJO_AQF6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/94jozblPgks/s1600-h/antiques5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJO_AQF6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/94jozblPgks/s400/antiques5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081286157572002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJOSWbviI/AAAAAAAAAog/nLS451-ir88/s1600-h/antiques6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJOSWbviI/AAAAAAAAAog/nLS451-ir88/s400/antiques6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081274171014690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-3324550107659325848?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3324550107659325848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=3324550107659325848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3324550107659325848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3324550107659325848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/views-continued.html' title='Views, continued...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SynJ8TmzgoI/AAAAAAAAApI/Npan6tCkEJc/s72-c/antiques3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5681418858422075131</id><published>2009-12-09T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:59:37.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_qgimXdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vSAIocjgY20/s1600-h/LukeDec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_qgimXdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vSAIocjgY20/s400/LukeDec2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413467120365624786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_qHkEYrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CsGUTmXxWEU/s1600-h/LukeDEc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_qHkEYrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CsGUTmXxWEU/s400/LukeDEc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413467113660900018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_pmCyOFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ng0_68ARO5w/s1600-h/LukeDec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_pmCyOFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ng0_68ARO5w/s400/LukeDec1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413467104662927442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_pBa49bI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Uv-7xWSaR0M/s1600-h/GoFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_pBa49bI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Uv-7xWSaR0M/s400/GoFish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413467094831920562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I spend every afternoon with a cute boy.)&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/3584594265744768408-5681418858422075131?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5681418858422075131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5681418858422075131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5681418858422075131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5681418858422075131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SyB_qgimXdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vSAIocjgY20/s72-c/LukeDec2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2853764128674596708</id><published>2009-12-08T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:07:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a few twinkly lights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89oLeTuaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/AgnMnxQCeJ0/s1600-h/charliebrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89oLeTuaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/AgnMnxQCeJ0/s400/charliebrown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413113037606599074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89nsaUSpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fZQwhRsgPRU/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89nsaUSpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fZQwhRsgPRU/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413113029268359826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89nPmAmTI/AAAAAAAAAno/hCLn_kLmi48/s1600-h/SBtwinkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89nPmAmTI/AAAAAAAAAno/hCLn_kLmi48/s400/SBtwinkle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413113021532772658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89mqe7duI/AAAAAAAAAng/XHg_bdr_U_Y/s1600-h/SBsheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89mqe7duI/AAAAAAAAAng/XHg_bdr_U_Y/s400/SBsheep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413113011570964194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89lxLZCNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/uMm4SulCGaU/s1600-h/SBoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89lxLZCNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/uMm4SulCGaU/s400/SBoops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413112996188195026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and one shining star..babygirl's first preschool Christmas program *sigh*)&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/3584594265744768408-2853764128674596708?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2853764128674596708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2853764128674596708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2853764128674596708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2853764128674596708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx89oLeTuaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/AgnMnxQCeJ0/s72-c/charliebrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1521404197631714101</id><published>2009-12-07T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:18:54.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December Views, Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(temperature when the kids left for the bus this morning, and right now at 9:15pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx3hNj07BGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WlPMU7supuk/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx3hNj07BGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WlPMU7supuk/s400/cold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729950240965730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx3hNH_F2KI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sp9QpdDQJ6s/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx3hNH_F2KI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sp9QpdDQJ6s/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729942767425698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tis the Season&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/3584594265744768408-1521404197631714101?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1521404197631714101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1521404197631714101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1521404197631714101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1521404197631714101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-views-day-7.html' title='December Views, Day 7'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sx3hNj07BGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WlPMU7supuk/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-604595289951940767</id><published>2009-12-06T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:40:16.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>December Views, Day 6</title><content type='html'>&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="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Ferry Ride to the Christmas Farm Tour on Bainbridge Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyGj_QfCjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/c7N_sxo0rAw/s400/ferryride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348805026613810" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyGkZq1P2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lWc-eR2JMEo/s1600-h/SB+ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyGkZq1P2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lWc-eR2JMEo/s400/SB+ferry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348812116442978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFtWNctKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mf4Z5-QI_0U/s1600-h/gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFtWNctKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mf4Z5-QI_0U/s400/gazing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347866295088290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFtFgYXvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/di0Lqusp60M/s1600-h/SBLuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFtFgYXvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/di0Lqusp60M/s400/SBLuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347861811093234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFshEEl9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ct7AGDCmISk/s1600-h/4kidsferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFshEEl9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ct7AGDCmISk/s400/4kidsferry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347852028680146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFsJorWbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Mumm8j1M1ik/s1600-h/3kids+ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFsJorWbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Mumm8j1M1ik/s400/3kids+ferry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347845739764146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFrUvEUwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SMUJkXY6fdo/s1600-h/amazingLuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyFrUvEUwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SMUJkXY6fdo/s400/amazingLuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347831539487490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEKpy6UcI/AAAAAAAAAmI/h0P9W5TyUD4/s1600-h/farmflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEKpy6UcI/AAAAAAAAAmI/h0P9W5TyUD4/s400/farmflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346170745442754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEJ6gWgEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/p3ey0BdjeBY/s400/santasign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346158051131458" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEJMj6EwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dC1C4lsB2DE/s400/dadnboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346145718014722" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEKI5TqeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/W8mssMhnppk/s1600-h/MeNLuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEKI5TqeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/W8mssMhnppk/s400/MeNLuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346161913899490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEIk4hxcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PMHs71LOtVk/s1600-h/SBHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyEIk4hxcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PMHs71LOtVk/s400/SBHands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346135067084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and then we Decked the Halls)&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/3584594265744768408-604595289951940767?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/604595289951940767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=604595289951940767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/604595289951940767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/604595289951940767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-views-day-6.html' title='December Views, Day 6'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxyGj_QfCjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/c7N_sxo0rAw/s72-c/ferryride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-85294044130035364</id><published>2009-12-05T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:40:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Views, Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZK8lfXdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NZ0U7apfecg/s1600-h/tree+farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZK8lfXdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NZ0U7apfecg/s400/tree+farm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411947053068541394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZKHGlDXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TTEwKwxS8a0/s1600-h/xmasdeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZKHGlDXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TTEwKwxS8a0/s400/xmasdeco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411947038711811442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZJgoONsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6BejuGSWD1w/s1600-h/amblekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZJgoONsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6BejuGSWD1w/s400/amblekids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411947028383938242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZJHv-imI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zXWmob0DCGA/s1600-h/happynatalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZJHv-imI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zXWmob0DCGA/s400/happynatalie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411947021705579106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(so thankful this one is feeling better today.  Swine Flu+Pneumonia= scary!)&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/3584594265744768408-85294044130035364?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/85294044130035364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=85294044130035364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/85294044130035364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/85294044130035364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-thankful-this-one-is-feeling-better.html' title='December Views, Day 5'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxsZK8lfXdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NZ0U7apfecg/s72-c/tree+farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6108270667879625001</id><published>2009-12-04T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:40:34.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Views, Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6mTI3PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZMPeagCog2M/s1600-h/frosty+grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6mTI3PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZMPeagCog2M/s400/frosty+grass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590530440682738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(frosty morning grass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6NOlB6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6CaR8TwAY-k/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6NOlB6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6CaR8TwAY-k/s1600-h/laundry.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6NOlB6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6CaR8TwAY-k/s400/laundry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590523710670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU5S-mf_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ZdSSbu4DMYA/s1600-h/funny+nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU5S-mf_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ZdSSbu4DMYA/s400/funny+nap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590508074401778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(She keeps lugging this huge pack of toilet paper around and then pretending to be asleep, all over the house, all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU4k4IA1I/AAAAAAAAAko/35jeHxRQApM/s1600-h/3sickos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU4k4IA1I/AAAAAAAAAko/35jeHxRQApM/s400/3sickos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590495699206994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I still have 3 sick kids)&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/3584594265744768408-6108270667879625001?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6108270667879625001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6108270667879625001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6108270667879625001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6108270667879625001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-views-day-4.html' title='December Views, Day 4'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxnU6mTI3PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZMPeagCog2M/s72-c/frosty+grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1128922617307900333</id><published>2009-12-03T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:21:09.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Views, Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sxgrhckzs7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/D1h4-a4Mmbo/s1600-h/frostyleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sxgrhckzs7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/D1h4-a4Mmbo/s320/frostyleaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411122805891904434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frosty Morning Leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the kids are on the mend!)&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/3584594265744768408-1128922617307900333?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1128922617307900333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1128922617307900333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1128922617307900333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1128922617307900333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-views-day-3.html' title='December Views, Day 3'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Sxgrhckzs7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/D1h4-a4Mmbo/s72-c/frostyleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4799227330516110419</id><published>2009-12-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:00:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Views, day 1 (and 2, and...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard about this lovely little project &lt;a href="http://www.hippyurbangirl.com/december-views/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm in.&lt;div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxbHLjxujWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/59oun0FYF1M/s320/3sick+kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410731003728530786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three Sick Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4799227330516110419?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4799227330516110419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4799227330516110419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4799227330516110419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4799227330516110419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-views-day-1-and-2-and.html' title='December Views, day 1 (and 2, and...)'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxbHLjxujWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/59oun0FYF1M/s72-c/3sick+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2161048482580800442</id><published>2009-11-27T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:02:33.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cocoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxCsCOr04GI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xt6sI-4pRIw/s1600/you_are_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxCsCOr04GI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xt6sI-4pRIw/s320/you_are_here.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409012306773598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (art by the lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenlemen.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jen Lemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hide because I just don't know who I'll be when I come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fit into any of the boxes you think I do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's with all the boxes these days, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm noticing that compassion doesn't seem to fit in a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least not any of the boxes currently on the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda changing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With so many ways to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so many ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swirling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I choose just one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than you expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So which is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tucked into my cocoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering.&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/3584594265744768408-2161048482580800442?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2161048482580800442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2161048482580800442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2161048482580800442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2161048482580800442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cocoon.html' title='cocoon'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SxCsCOr04GI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xt6sI-4pRIw/s72-c/you_are_here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-7387273714016092706</id><published>2009-10-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:36:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should</title><content type='html'>blog more often&lt;div&gt;get up earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep the house cleaner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do more laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;write everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read great literature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volunteer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read to my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meditate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weed the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paint the closet doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch less TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be on facebook less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be brave in sending my work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do crafts with my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not yell at my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Include a photograph with this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe.   Be Present.   Trust that everything is unfolding exactly as it should.   Know that I am ok.  Right now.  Even if I don't do anything on that list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop shoulding on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-7387273714016092706?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7387273714016092706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=7387273714016092706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7387273714016092706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7387273714016092706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should.html' title='I should'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8691654468959109941</id><published>2009-09-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:05:10.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squam'/><title type='text'>Emergence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SsLZfMKttfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kSMaen2d4zk/s1600-h/squam+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SsLZfMKttfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kSMaen2d4zk/s320/squam+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107234153870834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is what I made in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativethursday.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'s amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Painting in a Day class at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Squam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emerge! they say, as though it were easy.&lt;div&gt;You're safe, they urge, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their own colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dazzling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wait for you to join the dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their invitation swirling in the air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lingering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as though they'd wait forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in anticipation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expecting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, I must learn the steps, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they just smile, knowing, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold out their hand, waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I start, maybe they won't let me stop, I think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't keep up with those who've gone before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only takes one step, said one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one, and then you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dance is all your own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one that can't be seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or felt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or done at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless you take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dance makes ours better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As though a veil was lifted, suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the dancers, are beautiful and free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in step, but each one different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each taking one step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A symphony of single steps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the harmony nearly too beautiful to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stop to see what I will do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making room for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see my place, my opening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart racing, sinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take my first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remove the mask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made by me and the voices of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They gasp in surprise and recognition and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I set my foot upon the stage, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I catch a glimpse, a sliver of my image, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I am caught up and swirled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the arms of my new tribe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in such a long, long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is what came tumbling out in my journal the other day, on the inspiration of a little stone I found in the woods at Squam, with the word "Emerge" painted on it. Its scary and raw feeling to put this out there.  And really, really good.&lt;/i&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/3584594265744768408-8691654468959109941?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8691654468959109941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8691654468959109941' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8691654468959109941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8691654468959109941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/emergence.html' title='Emergence'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SsLZfMKttfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kSMaen2d4zk/s72-c/squam+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8091538028829823585</id><published>2009-09-23T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:38:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Emme Found Her Mojo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-F7dyqII/AAAAAAAAAjY/YHfVD2l12nU/s1600-h/dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-F7dyqII/AAAAAAAAAjY/YHfVD2l12nU/s320/dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895682290296962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh,&lt;a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/"&gt; Squam&lt;/a&gt;.  The magical, mystical place where amazing souls come together to create, emerge, breathe. That's a fancy way of saying we had a blast!   I really can't believe I was there.  I can't believe I met the people I met.  We joked that all our imaginary friends from the blogosphere had crawled out of our computers to meet at this wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-HTXbcoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/or0oEXDRvZw/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-HTXbcoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/or0oEXDRvZw/s320/art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895705885930114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking it off with my Squam BFF &lt;a href="http://www.stefanierenee.com/"&gt;Stefanie&lt;/a&gt;, when we shared a ride from Boston to the lake with the best cab driver ever Leo.  Leo, Leo, Leo.  Married for 46 years to his college sweetheart, and drives an airport shuttle run in his minivan just because he loves it.  He took Stef and I to a diner for breakfast after a long night on the red eye cross country, and gave us a tour on the way up. Oh, Leo, we won't forget you.  Have fun in Florida this winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magical &lt;a href="http://www.jenlee.net/"&gt;Jen Lee&lt;/a&gt;, led the most wonderful writing workshop on trusting your stories, and being brave in the telling.  I'm proud to call you friend, Miss Jen. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful &lt;a href="http://creativethursday.typepad.com/"&gt;Marisa&lt;/a&gt;.  Who frustrated me by not teaching me any technique (at first) in my painting class, but just encouraged me to start.  And guess what?  She was right.  It was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-GcIoPSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/AXDwQjfvp6w/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-GcIoPSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/AXDwQjfvp6w/s320/paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895691059903778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hip, fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.hulaseventy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hula&lt;/a&gt;.   Who taught the most amazing &lt;a href="http://www.camerapedia.org/wiki/TTV"&gt;Through the Viewfinder&lt;/a&gt; photography class.   I'll see you in Portland soon, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-H94O1lI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YNz7R2QdWP0/s1600-h/TTV+balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-H94O1lI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YNz7R2QdWP0/s320/TTV+balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895717297804882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-G2QHPSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Fx8duIPrxlU/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-G2QHPSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Fx8duIPrxlU/s320/vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895698070617378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've found my tribe, my peeps, my soul-sistahs.  Here's a few more of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww.jengray.com/"&gt;Jen Gray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lizlamoreux.com/"&gt;Liz Lamoreux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://judywise.blogspot.com/"&gt;Judy Wise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landofthelovelies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsten Crilly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennydoh.typepad.com/"&gt;Jenny Doh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewordcellar.com/blog/"&gt;Jennifer McGuiggan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so many more.  The air was crisp, (bone crunching crisp, but I digress) and I was exhausted by the red eye flight + time change, but I felt like I was living a dream, so far removed from my regular life, and yet so much like coming home.  I'm so thankful to the mistah for being so incredibly supportive of me, my dreams, my wishes.  He makes me feel like anything is possible.  And indeed, I feel like I've crossed a threshold of possibility.  I just have to remember to keep walking, trust the journey, babystep, babystep.  Thanks to the amazing, beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/mp.php?p=blog"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;, formerly known as &lt;a href="http://bluepoppy.omworks.com/"&gt;Blue Poppy&lt;/a&gt;, for having such a magical dream.  You helped me find my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8091538028829823585?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8091538028829823585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8091538028829823585' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8091538028829823585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8091538028829823585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-emme-found-her-mojo.html' title='How Emme Found Her Mojo...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/Srr-F7dyqII/AAAAAAAAAjY/YHfVD2l12nU/s72-c/dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6109051291064676500</id><published>2009-09-22T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:51:10.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9127_278087725006_691570006_8694411_7748586_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello to all my lovely readers, old and new. Just wanted to post something new, so you know that I've not abandoned this space! I've just returned from my lovely visit to &lt;a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/"&gt;Squam&lt;/a&gt; and I think I just may have found my mojo. :) I'm planning to be posting pics and lots of new thoughts and favorite things soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay Tuned....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9127_278087725006_691570006_8694411_7748586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 543px; height: 537px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9127_278087725006_691570006_8694411_7748586_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6109051291064676500?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6109051291064676500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6109051291064676500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6109051291064676500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6109051291064676500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8403637167738795254</id><published>2009-06-12T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:20:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello blog.  I've missed you, sort of.  Actually, I've been having a really good time in real life.  Trying to really stay present in each moment.   Remembering who I am, getting back to basics, to the things I know for sure, what matters most.  I can't believe its been so long.  I'll let the photos do most of the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished up T-ball season.   The boy was totally in his element.  He was sad it was over "already".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3620675033_952bab01aa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 301px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3620675033_952bab01aa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My babygirl turned...&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;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3621437118_711840a5bc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 269px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3621437118_711840a5bc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3621443278_53795c6d8d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 407px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3621443278_53795c6d8d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3621468372_ab4fdcf73d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 402px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3621468372_ab4fdcf73d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3620633131_91748497ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3620633131_91748497ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring finally came!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3620610733_fa1064ca7a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3620610733_fa1064ca7a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3621405526_cab3a30013.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 296px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3621405526_cab3a30013.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3620600273_237ced5ba2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 307px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3620600273_237ced5ba2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With summer not far behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3620661141_fdd49a9ea2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 337px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3620661141_fdd49a9ea2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3621483762_6f250aa70f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 366px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3621483762_6f250aa70f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My middle girl wow'd us all at her violin recital.  I'd post a video but we're having technical difficulties getting it out of hubster's phone and onto my 'puter for some reason.  You'll just have to trust me.  It was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3620656937_930b763dfb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 452px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3620656937_930b763dfb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got busy around the house.  I've been painting my head off.  I've painted the kitchen and all the bedrooms.  Here's our totally redone room.  It used to be dark, cozy, brown walls, red curtains, and very, um..."lived in".  Not anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3621266866_d8a25e04b4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 352px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3621266866_d8a25e04b4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that is the view of my room from my bathroom.  I want to take a nap now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, its just the little surprises of everyday life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3357/3620558791_b93798fe73.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 296px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3357/3620558791_b93798fe73.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordinary joys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3620568015_7321a7b977.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 314px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3620568015_7321a7b977.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's making time go by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8403637167738795254?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8403637167738795254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8403637167738795254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8403637167738795254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8403637167738795254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1695332139517454530</id><published>2009-04-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:47:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>My boy has wanted to play baseball for as long as he has known what baseball is.  Here is the unfolding of a night of firsts, a night of a dream come true for my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the fella's.  The Braves.  A team of "Doug Newberrys" (quickly becoming the team inside joke...notice the fine print)  My little Doug Newberry is #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3461019301_f4206a6768.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3461019301_f4206a6768.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.  Be still my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3461825894_84cce99650.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3461825894_84cce99650.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TEAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3461014165_0c9da384cc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3461014165_0c9da384cc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  Be still my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3461006571_b5867d85af.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 443px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3461006571_b5867d85af.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...did I mention the hubbo is coaching this year?  HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, let's get back to the action!  Check out the look of total anticipation and joy.  Bubs is about to take his first swing, in his first game. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3461846378_f64f654af9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3461846378_f64f654af9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to write "RUN, FORREST, RUN!!" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3461849116_b860b67424.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3461849116_b860b67424.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, he's safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3461036709_cb28a7a4aa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 403px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3461036709_cb28a7a4aa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a natural, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3461853472_61d74c682a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3461853472_61d74c682a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he comes, rounding the bases, for his first run scored!!  Ever!!  (Again, note the total-joy-moment on the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3461872452_b296bdc1a6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3461872452_b296bdc1a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say again...I LOVE LOVE LOVE this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3461062165_baa2b30cee.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3461062165_baa2b30cee.jpg?v=0" alt="" 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/3584594265744768408-1695332139517454530?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1695332139517454530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1695332139517454530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1695332139517454530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1695332139517454530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5330388949375133768</id><published>2009-04-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:16:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Oh, its been a long time since I posted!  Time seems to be flying right now! Much has happened since the last post.  Getaway weekend with the hubster, an outdoorsy family weekend, and the SUN made a brief, but glorious return.  I'm feeling like I'm reaching a place of sort of arriving at the starting gates if that makes any sense.  I've done so much wishing, dreaming, soul searching as of late, I think I'm finally ready to get to the DOING!  I'm getting into a fairly good rhythm of writing, and I've even sent a few things out for publication!  Woo-hoo, go me! I don't think I'll hear anything back for a few months, but I'll keep you posted!  There's been a lot of good, good soul reads lately, May Sarton's "Journal of a Solitude", Sabrina Ward Harrison's "Spilling Open", Christine Mason Miller's "Ordinary Sparkling Moments", and the works of Mary Oliver are filling my mind and heart with lots of new inspiration.  There's more, but I want to get on with the photos!! (I'll update my Random Books list soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just have to start this off with this pic of my middle girl at her class presentation on Australia.  How cute is she?! (she's the one in the uh, middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3427504539_87aa8f6e33.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 307px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3427504539_87aa8f6e33.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got away with my hubby for a weekend in Arizona.  I think this may count for #15 on &lt;a href="http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/38-before-38.html"&gt;the list&lt;/a&gt; . The Grand Canyon really is quite grand.  The jacuzzi tub in our room was pretty grand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3428312250_9b392841e6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 268px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3428312250_9b392841e6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went away with some friends to their amazingly huge property in Oregon.  My kids were in absolute heaven.  There were horses, boats, fishing, and general stomping around in the bush for 3 days straight.  They came home completely exhausted, but totally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3427509757_ac4c2fffc1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3427509757_ac4c2fffc1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3427511807_63632795c8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 281px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3427511807_63632795c8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3427516515_908f3affff.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3427516515_908f3affff.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3312/3427574317_fca1cc8336.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 304px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3312/3427574317_fca1cc8336.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN...the SUN came out!  Glorious, heavenly sunny warmth blessed the Northwest for exactly 3 days.   It. was. awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3428333464_dc8a9cd788.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 312px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3428333464_dc8a9cd788.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3427526571_9861fda31a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 325px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3427526571_9861fda31a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun went away, I took the kids to see Monsters Vs. Aliens in 3D Imax.  Please excuse the serious camera shake on this next one.  Trying to shoot in the dark without a flash is tricky.  Still, its kind of fun that it actually kind of looks like a 3D photo! Maybe if we all put on our glasses it will be clear!  Taking them was a total blast, and the movie was very fun.  The best part was seeing my kids totally enchanted, wearing their ginormous 3D glasses.  Including the babygirl, but unfortunately not in the picture, as she was sitting in my lap.  Another reason for the camera shake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3428338672_77dc4c9656.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3428338672_77dc4c9656.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter has suddenly become a HUGE help taking care of her baby sister.  Here we are at the kids hand's on museum.  These two shared some serious sisterhood while we were there.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3427532117_238260cc46.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3427532117_238260cc46.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a magnetic poetry wall there.  These words stood out to me like a little message to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3427533173_d4ca5682e5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 256px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3427533173_d4ca5682e5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get better at keeping up here.  Thanks for checking in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5330388949375133768?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5330388949375133768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5330388949375133768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5330388949375133768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5330388949375133768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-3264163626636961311</id><published>2009-03-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:23:07.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful gift of time given to me the past few days. My mother in law took my littlest one for a few days of "special time with Grandma" so that meant I had some extra special time with my boy, and by myself. The boy and I went into the city, to the science center to be exact and had a total blast. He really is a fun little guy to hang out with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3353112422_8d157f9773.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3353112422_8d157f9773.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3352291671_3d8c5581e9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3352291671_3d8c5581e9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3438/3352289695_427277db77.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3438/3352289695_427277db77.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3353113500_5bccd43162.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 367px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3353113500_5bccd43162.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, OH, and look what I made!  I have to say that I feel a mix of pride that this my first foray into mixed media collage turned out pretty cool for a first timer, and also I feel a bit lame-o since its a total copy of&lt;a href="http://kellyraeroberts.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kelly's&lt;/a&gt; style, and I just followed her directions in her awesome &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/160061082X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=kellyraerober-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=160061082X"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.  I am really interested in pursuing this artistic medium, but I wonder how I will ever come up with my own style?  I suppose I'll just keep trying, and see what happens!  This collage is made up of bits and pieces of copied pages of my grandmother's journal.  She wrote down little anecdotes of my first 5 years of my life.  I've always cherished this, but I recently found entries that were particularly meaningful to the journey I currently find myself on, that is, becoming a writer, artist, and who knows what else.  She actually saw little bits and pieces of this back then, and wrote about them, not knowing how important it would be to me now.  Also, she was a frustrated artist and writer, and I want to honor her, as I move forward in my own vision for an artistic and literary life.  Her words are there, cheering me on as I remember my "inner child" who thought she could do anything, and loved words as soon as she knew what they were, saw beauty everywhere, and thought birds were "magic in the sky".  I'm going to put this up somewhere, to be my little muse whenever I need a bit of help.  Oh, and the child's writing is mine.  Its an actual post card I sent to my Grandma from Colorado where we were on vacation in 1976, so I was 4 years old.    Its very likely the first letter I ever wrote.  It says, "My bed is cozy, It is nice here."  'Nuff said, right?  I like that its like a little message back to Grandma, telling her that all is well with me, 30 years since she passed on (30!, wow), and her words mean a lot to me.  I remember now.  Thanks, Grandma.  Love you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3353115790_f8717ed6fd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 370px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3353115790_f8717ed6fd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-3264163626636961311?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3264163626636961311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=3264163626636961311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3264163626636961311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3264163626636961311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6402778787940760346</id><published>2009-03-09T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:07:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things, Part II</title><content type='html'>I love reading.  &lt;div&gt;I love books.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love learning new things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my husband.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love kid 1, kid 2, kid 3, and kid 4.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love staying up late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love sleeping in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love time to myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love time alone with my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love time alone with each kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love family outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love massages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love libraries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love getting new books.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love getting packages in the mail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all my friends past and present, new and old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my first family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my new camera.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my new camera bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my new notebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love ideas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love feeling inspired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my memories.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love listening to just the right song at just the right moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going somewhere I have never been.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love long hugs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love long kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being surprised by the first scents of Spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love surprise snow storms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Kansas.  Lawrence, in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the colors pink and purple, all shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love God.  (ok that should have come up sooner...just keeping it real, not editing that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love hot, summer nights.  (I miss Kansas for that one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the smell of Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fireplaces and campfires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the smell of books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the smell of crayons and school.(I think that actually IS the smell of school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the opportunity to reinvent myself at age 37.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the TV show Lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love looking forward to the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love bubble baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love hot tubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love snuggling up with the hubby or any of my kids, or all of them at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my bed, especially with flannel sheets in the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love making this list, because even these things are all mostly very fluffy, material things, it makes me realize how very truly blessed I am.  I could probably add to this all night.  But for now, I will bask in the loveliness of broad horizons, children sleeping, soft music playing and a moment all to myself.&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6402778787940760346?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6402778787940760346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6402778787940760346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6402778787940760346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6402778787940760346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-things-part-ii.html' title='Favorite Things, Part II'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5257526313271246807</id><published>2009-03-08T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:24:33.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3334019245_d857b098f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3334019245_d857b098f5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3312748626_e7fb517f4b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3312748626_e7fb517f4b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3334872722_e494e5cec0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3334872722_e494e5cec0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3334037647_29892cde57.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3334037647_29892cde57.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These things make me very, very happy.&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/3584594265744768408-5257526313271246807?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5257526313271246807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5257526313271246807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5257526313271246807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5257526313271246807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-3326861481905377480</id><published>2009-02-27T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:08:00.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squam, here I come</title><content type='html'>I have THE best hubby in the world.  I waited and hemmed and hawed, and almost talked myself out of asking to do this amazingly dreamy thing in the Fall.  I asked.  He said yes.  I'm going.  It was part of #38 on my &lt;a href="http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/38-before-38.html"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt;.   It will be a catalyst to many other things on my list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you want to &lt;a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/index.php"&gt;go&lt;/a&gt; too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR-KHbV0038&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR-KHbV0038&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly feel like I am about to make a quantum leap in my life.  Scary.  Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-3326861481905377480?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3326861481905377480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=3326861481905377480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3326861481905377480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3326861481905377480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/squam-here-i-come.html' title='Squam, here I come'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6873515382955191612</id><published>2009-02-22T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:06:27.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3302244593_6ceee02feb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 215px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3302244593_6ceee02feb_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel like this everyday.&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/3584594265744768408-6873515382955191612?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873515382955191612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6873515382955191612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6873515382955191612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6873515382955191612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3302244593_6ceee02feb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-3315638010133087770</id><published>2009-02-18T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:41:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Places You'll Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm just starting the &lt;a href="http://www.waysofseeingmyself.com/Ways_of_Seeing_My_Self/home.html"&gt;Unravelling&lt;/a&gt; journey.   This week's assignment is to focus on the feet that surround us.  Our own, of course, but also those around us.  It sounds a little strange at first, but really, amazingly, once you start to think about it, our feet (and the feet of those we love) do so much for us, and ask so little in return.  They take us on many amazing journeys, from the most mundane journey of our routines, to wild adventures.  They are actually quite revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's me, according to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3288898669_6f4cc17823_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(notice the open minivan behind me.  very telling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 277px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3289715510_4b1f1a7c42_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is where I start my day. everyday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/3288899633_33a7ca1c10_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the above shoes are a little slice of heaven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 154px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3289721996_97c558ccc9_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the feet that surround me, keep me running, keep me going, keep me grounded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 247px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3288905051_3fcc13f0ae_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a little toe bouquet.  me and the kids.  my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-3315638010133087770?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3315638010133087770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=3315638010133087770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3315638010133087770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/3315638010133087770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh, The Places You&apos;ll Go...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3288898669_6f4cc17823_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5920504026643669852</id><published>2009-02-14T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:38:38.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban therapy'/><title type='text'>Urban Therapy, I Heart Seattle edition</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/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5jDNSII/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gwl3EyCnhUw/s1600-h/market.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5jDNSII/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gwl3EyCnhUw/s400/market.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870802634197122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have a hard time deciding whether I'm a city girl or a country girl.  I live in the country.  But sometimes, a day like this is just what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wfbB7_I/AAAAAAAAAio/-vpRKnDkf5Q/s1600-h/guitar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wfbB7_I/AAAAAAAAAio/-vpRKnDkf5Q/s400/guitar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302905831413641202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wMTR46I/AAAAAAAAAig/K0zx_VGLHgM/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wMTR46I/AAAAAAAAAig/K0zx_VGLHgM/s400/guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302905826280858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wInZGkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/j2G_IdgFUZw/s1600-h/joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0wInZGkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/j2G_IdgFUZw/s400/joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302905825291475522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(above, the "secret" gum wall hiding somewhere in downtown Seattle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeykDK3qVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9X2hoDRuq0U/s1600-h/balloonman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeykDK3qVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9X2hoDRuq0U/s400/balloonman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302903418647980370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeykAiCFKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/f7gFd5St57o/s1600-h/balloonman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeykAiCFKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/f7gFd5St57o/s400/balloonman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302903417939825826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;little reminders along the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5ubTfYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xrwWEHNmdEo/s400/rocks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870805688057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5WCrrwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kciCzY1JZEo/s1600-h/frilly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5WCrrwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kciCzY1JZEo/s400/frilly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870799142334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5Ld-FkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/r6cZN_V2K1I/s1600-h/glassballs1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5Ld-FkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/r6cZN_V2K1I/s400/glassballs1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870796303996482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU49XkCLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XyaBkShk3y8/s1600-h/butterflies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU49XkCLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XyaBkShk3y8/s400/butterflies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870792519026866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0w_RGr2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q5kn-vS_Cts/s1600-h/allyouneed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZe0w_RGr2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q5kn-vS_Cts/s400/allyouneed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302905839961943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&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/3584594265744768408-5920504026643669852?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5920504026643669852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5920504026643669852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5920504026643669852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5920504026643669852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/urban-therapy-i-heart-seattle-edition.html' title='Urban Therapy, I Heart Seattle edition'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SZeU5jDNSII/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gwl3EyCnhUw/s72-c/market.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4143603464205361058</id><published>2009-02-11T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:34:10.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Before 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Start and finish a 365 photo and writing a day projects.   Don't feel guilty if you don't do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Have 100 pages of good writing to either send out for publishing, or for a grad school app. (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Take the GRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Get a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  See the sunrise.  Preferably on a beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Have only clothes that I love in my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Write the novel.  May or may not be part of the 100 pages of "good writing" above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Dabble in art regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Get a hot stone massage at least once a month.  (everybody must get stoned!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Read more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Watch TV less. This does not apply to Lost, American Idol, Heroes, and The Office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  Read to my littlest ones most days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Sign up for the UW Fiction continuing Ed. program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. See as many newly re-discovered via Facebook friends as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  Have a real vacation alone with my hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  Go hiking on a brand new trail at least 10 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Start to play the guitar.  (hmm, didn't expect this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Be mindful  of the moments as they come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Really connect with my kids, see things through their eyes, especially in the tough moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Go camping, more than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  Learn Photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  Have regularly scheduled "work"time, for the writing, art. During the day! (ie find child care!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  Read Jane Austin.  (I never have! I know!)  Other great literature that I missed in school will do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Make or find a really cute, feminine camera bag that will also hold my laptop and/or journal.  My out and about creativity bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  Get a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nikon-60mm-Micro-Nikkor-Digital-Cameras/dp/B00005LE77"&gt;macro lens&lt;/a&gt;, and a &lt;a href="http://www.lensbaby.com/"&gt;lensbaby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  Get so comfortable with my camera that I can shoot in manual mode all time, and know what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  Get officially published, somewhere.  Maybe even get paid for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I'll move into the "mondo beyondo" type things.  Things that probably won't happen this year.  But you never know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.  Live in Lawrence, KS again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Get my MFA in Creative Writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.  Live in France, or Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.  Travel around the US in an RV with my family,  for a good long time, or until its not fun anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.  Finish the remodel of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Move to a bigger house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Get a hot tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Find a charity to either become passionately involved in, or start my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Meet the amazing blogging women listed on the side bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Have a gallery show of my photography and/or a book signing for my awesome as yet unwritten but forthcoming book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. There are a couple of big ones too close to my heart to blog about quite yet.  But, still.  On the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting whisked away for an Island getaway (think Northwest Island) this weekend!  Maybe I can work on a few list items while I'm there!  Woo-Hoo!  Happy Valentine's Day!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4143603464205361058?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4143603464205361058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4143603464205361058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4143603464205361058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4143603464205361058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/38-before-38.html' title='38 Before 38'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4639346489651431087</id><published>2009-02-08T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:36:09.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2wOAGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/URNQUAISV_E/s320/playdo.jpg'/><title type='text'>inspired</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/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2LZfpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q0pydUyUXGE/s1600-h/DSC_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2LZfpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q0pydUyUXGE/s320/DSC_0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300673571219668626" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unconditional Joy is something I've decided to embrace.  In case you hadn't noticed, I'm the kind of person who can think and stew over whatever bee is currently in my bonnet, and then start to feel frustrated because I'm not "there" yet, in whatever new goal or interest or way of being I'm thinking about.  Then, sweet &lt;a href="http://www.this-inspired-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krista&lt;/a&gt; showed me the way to this &lt;a href="http://www.scottnoelle.com/parenting/unconditional.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, and the rest of &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyparenting.com/"&gt;Enjoy Parenting&lt;/a&gt; .  Now, I'm at the point where I am feeling like I could go the rest of my life without reading another parenting book (not because I've "arrived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; but because they only put more of that creepy "not there" feeling in to my head), but his article was just so what I need to hear! So much more than parenting, it put a spring in my step in more ways than one.   I'll just say go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm so, SO excited that I've given myself the gift of the &lt;a href="http://www.waysofseeingmyself.com/Ways_of_Seeing_My_Self/home.html"&gt;Unravelling, Ways of Seeing Myself&lt;/a&gt; e-course.  Writing, Photography and inner reflecting.  Just my cup o' tea these days.  Just finished my "how to work your fancy camera" class yesterday, and whoa!  Talk about a crash course!  3 full Saturdays of bells and whistles, but I actually think I have a handle on it now.  Hooray!  Now, I just have to get out there and practice!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_GiMXalvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/3FghHsGmV-0/s320/playdoline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300673577175652082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon, I'll be making my 38 before 38 list for all to see (I turn 37 in 2 weeks), and I'll be posting my work from my soon to start class, and oooh, book lists and new websites to visit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't recovered my photos from the first 2 weeks of my photo class, but here are a few fun ones from this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2wOAGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/URNQUAISV_E/s320/playdo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300673571374104674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my little man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_GieOFWMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JhzKEa6WHH0/s320/Luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300673581968349378" /&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: center;"&gt;Oh, and check this out.  I want to watch this over and over!  So cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4639346489651431087?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4639346489651431087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4639346489651431087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4639346489651431087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4639346489651431087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspired.html' title='inspired'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SY_Gh2LZfpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q0pydUyUXGE/s72-c/DSC_0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8371591079594452396</id><published>2009-01-28T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:46:17.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Hello again!  Aye, yi, yi has it been a long time!  And this post isn't going to be very exciting, just a check in so you'll know I haven't given up blogging for good!  After the flood, I immediately got sick for several days, followed by the family, and THEN my computer crashed, losing all my photos from the past couple of years, and all of my writing that I had started getting serious about.  *sigh*  Oddly, I'm not ginormously upset about it.  I think that with our techie friends I will be able to retrieve most of it when we get a chance to fiddle with it.  I've gotten out of the new habits I was starting to form with daily writing/creativity time, even checking those awesome blogs I've listed over to the side.  I was really on a roll there, and then I came to a grinding halt...or maybe I was just tumbling down off the side of the road onto another hectic road at the bottom of the hill.   Still ,doing a lot of internal navigation that I'm not really ready to put into words, so often times I'm just stewing these days.  I did start my photography class, and I'm learning so much so quickly!  Yay!  I was just about to post my newly improved photography skills when...crash goes the hard drive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, look for me back again soon, when I get more words and images to share, and oh yes, my thoughts too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8371591079594452396?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8371591079594452396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8371591079594452396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8371591079594452396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8371591079594452396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6546179779737610931</id><published>2009-01-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:51:44.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this program...</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/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWbHsU5MP0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh6OxW4nZyE/s1600-h/flood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWbHsU5MP0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh6OxW4nZyE/s320/flood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289134376729984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To bring you the latest news, weather...Seriously folks, its bad out there!  We live in the Snoqualmie Valley, about 30 minutes east of Seattle, and we have been experiencing record flooding in our neighborhood!  Thankfully, our home is out of harm's way, but many, many people are suffering great losses, homes, farms, entire livelihoods gone in a few hours.  Please pray and send all the love you can to the people of our valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing husband had to find an open bike trail 10 miles away and ride his way home today after getting literally locked out of our town yesterday morning, as all roads in or out were suddenly underwater.  I thought we wouldn't see him for a few more days, and I was so surprised and thankful when he arrived soaked and muddy from his long trail ride.   We will probably be on our own private island for at least another 24 hours.  Much better now that we are ALL home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I just wanted to point you to this AMAZING video I found hidden in a link over at &lt;a href="http://www.jenlemen.com/"&gt;Jen Lemen&lt;/a&gt;'s place.  This song made me feel so happy and hopeful, and it felt like it was just for me, perfect for where I find myself these days.    Maybe its just for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Zbn7Khv8zM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Zbn7Khv8zM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6546179779737610931?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6546179779737610931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6546179779737610931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6546179779737610931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6546179779737610931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-interrupt-this-program.html' title='We interrupt this program...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWbHsU5MP0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh6OxW4nZyE/s72-c/flood1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5925645839285525218</id><published>2009-01-06T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:04:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner child, hear me roar (or whisper)</title><content type='html'>I have had the most amazing time lately reconnecting with old friends via &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=691570006&amp;amp;ref=name"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; .  Yesterday, someone posted this, amazing picture circa 1981, or third grade for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWQzjmtX-FI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OR80kT2DeSk/s1600-h/thirdgradegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWQzjmtX-FI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OR80kT2DeSk/s320/thirdgradegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288408549219104850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of us who have not spoken for at least 20 years began to have an animated online chat about the awesomeness of this picture.  Look at us!  Most of us seemed to think we were really something else.  I'm the one thinking I'm hilarious doing bunny ears behind my good friend Amber.  We were about to go swimming at the ultra hip and happening, brand new "Holidome" Holiday Inn indoor pool.   There we are, our "inner child" staring us back in the face.  There we are holding one another's histories in our shared memories.  Our entire lives ahead of us, about to discover all kinds of interesting things about life, love, heartbreak, and all that we are capable of, both good and, well, not so good.  We have all ended up in very different places, geographically being the least of these, though we are scattered all over the country.    Some we haven't seen since school, some we don't recognize at all, having been completely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see some of us with sad, shy eyes peeking out from their 8 year old faces.  Some of us thinking we are all that and a bag of chips.  And don't we all have days of feeling sad and shy, and some days that feeling of "yeah, look at me, I'm awesome".    I just looked at myself, and remembered how I was then.  Pretty much fearless, always wanting learn more, read more, dance, act, write, sculpt, you name it, I was up for it.  Oh, and I had a pretty good sense of humor too, as you can see from my HILARIOUS bunny ears.  :)  You know what, I'm still tempted to do bunny ears behind people when I get the chance, because you have to admit, it IS kind of funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling amazed at the timing, and thankful for this glimpse of "Me", before anything else was defining me. My role back then was just to be myself and allow myself to play and become whoever I was meant to be. Note to self:  More Bunny Ears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5925645839285525218?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5925645839285525218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5925645839285525218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5925645839285525218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5925645839285525218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/inner-child-hear-me-roar-or-whisper.html' title='inner child, hear me roar (or whisper)'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWQzjmtX-FI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OR80kT2DeSk/s72-c/thirdgradegirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1423777311684860785</id><published>2009-01-05T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:43:38.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sign posts</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/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWLKvzWMDWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1mtMJbAOoPo/s1600-h/photoflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWLKvzWMDWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1mtMJbAOoPo/s320/photoflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288011835072318818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWLKvjqOJFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/coQoEjo8-o8/s1600-h/blankpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWLKvjqOJFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/coQoEjo8-o8/s320/blankpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288011830861374546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn't it cool when life keeps sending you messages that say YES!  You are on the right track.  I've been reading Julia Cameron's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sound-Paper-Julia-Cameron/dp/1585422886"&gt;The Sound of Paper&lt;/a&gt;  (and can I just say that I love Julia Cameron!) and came across this, regarding a writing friend who found it difficult to live and create under her current circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is difficult to commit to living where we are , how we are.  It is difficult and it is necessary.  In order to make art [or thrive in anything, I believe], we must first make an artful life, a life rich enough and diverse enough to give us fuel.  We must strive to see the beauty in where we are planted, even if we are planted somewhere that feels very foreign to our nature...If we are not willing to work this way, we become victims.  If we become victims, we first become choiceless and then become voiceless.  Our art dries up at the root.  We must, as the elders advise us, bloom where we are planted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, anyone else notice what is printed directly under the title of my blog up there?  Yep.  I've been trying to remind myself of this for awhile now. As I begin to give myself permission to just do and "be" the things I want to do and be, there is this tension I feel too.  Like there's a tension of everything I am, and everything around me that I want to blame for keeping me away from doing and being these things.  But, really,  I know that's not the real problem.  Really, I quite love my life, being a wife and mom.  But how to add this other thing in seems to be the trick for me.  Then I head on over to&lt;a href="http://jenlee.net/index.php/podcast-a-word-of-caution/"&gt; Jen Lee'&lt;/a&gt;s, and what do you know, she's talking about this exact thing!  That we'll find a lot of reasons why we can't, which is usually just a front for the real reason, which is usually based in fear, or just IS fear.   Still, I'm toodling along, writing even a teeny, tiny little bit each day, making a list of supplies to get for more toodling (art toodling, supplies for which I have exactly none)  and oh yeah, I need to get that new fancy camera out again.  My writing class got postponed, but I am going to an all day workshop this Saturday which came up just as the class got postponed (more signs).   And my wonderful husband gave up ANOTHER Saturday this month so I can do it.  That makes 4.  I know! He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when it all comes together.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-1423777311684860785?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1423777311684860785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1423777311684860785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1423777311684860785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1423777311684860785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sign-posts.html' title='sign posts'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SWLKvzWMDWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1mtMJbAOoPo/s72-c/photoflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-45159595414791881</id><published>2009-01-01T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:42:53.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SV2ozI83ACI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z6GNha4qfFo/s1600-h/ruby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SV2ozI83ACI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z6GNha4qfFo/s320/ruby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567134132371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt a little exposed ever since that last post, but I think that's a good thing.  Its something I want to get more comfortable with, that is just looking into my soul and being honest with what's there, rediscovering my own voice.  I reread what I said about motherhood and realized I sounded kinda harsh and bitter about it.  NOT what I really mean at all.  Of course, there are so many joys in being a mom, and it is truly a very high calling.  One thing on "the list" this year is to remember to be mindful, present for those moments as they come, and they truly are so frequent.  To remember to hear their hearts in those difficult moments, as I remember to listen to my own.  Remember how fragile our souls can be whether we are under age 10 or over 35.  To really make those heart connections with each of my wee ones.   I think what I meant was, that I want to get underneath the should's and guilt of super high expectations, standards and stereotypes, and be myself, heart and soul in my mothering and in the other things I want to do.  And remember to see my children's heart and soul as they are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I had an awesome, and pretty intense talk last night in the last minutes of 2008, in response to the simple question "What do you want in 2009?"   I gave voice to my fears of not being able to mesh my desires for more creative freedom, freedom in general with the demands of family life, and how it made me feel sad and anxious, believing there will have to be a choice at some point.  As in, be the full on committed mom, OR let some of that go and concentrate on developing this other side of me.  And true to form, ever my hero, the hero looked at me as if I were crazy, and said Do it.  Do it all, because you can.  There is no either-or here, he convinced me.  After all, its only babysteps we're talking.  I'm not throwing everyone into full time day care and disappearing from everyone's lives.  I wasn't sure how everyone would feel, knowing I'm planning to be more "me" than I've allowed myself to be, and not just "mom".     I'm not even sure what that will end up looking like, but I'm sure glad  I will have a soft and cozy spot to land, wherever that will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-45159595414791881?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/45159595414791881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=45159595414791881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/45159595414791881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/45159595414791881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SV2ozI83ACI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z6GNha4qfFo/s72-c/ruby.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6604224957132512082</id><published>2008-12-30T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:13:01.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cabin fever hit me hard</title><content type='html'>I actually ran away for a few hours today.  I honestly had just had enough of the incessant demands,  questions and bickering, so I called for my hero, in tears, and he saved me like he always does.  I disappeared into the city for some urban and retail therapy.  I am having a hard time figuring out how to make this internal shift from what I've been told I need to be in order to be a "good mother", especially according to the peer pressure of the "good Christian women" portrayed in every Christian parenting book and magazine I've read since becoming a mom almost 10 years ago.    I think I might not be able to fit that mode after all, and it scares me, and makes me mad that I even have that mentalimage to live up to.  I need to find my way back to what I would have done had I never read any of that stuff.  As in BE MYSELF, instead of living up to some ideal, always fulfilled with diapers, cooking and housework because its for the glory of God kind of thing, some kind of momma-zen BS.  Of course, it CAN be that way.  I keep hearing about it.    I just get really, really tired of how small my world has become.  Can I just say that I am BORED with "just" this?  I am making good (mental) plans to move toward my dream(s), but don't feel ready to share them, for fear they will lose some power once spoken of.  But, it does involve a lot of classroom time and a lot of money and often involves the abbreviation "U".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your needs are so strong,&lt;br /&gt;crushing me, i fear sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;taking flight, i stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old aches still haunt me&lt;br /&gt;i  feel the whispered pain of&lt;br /&gt;you not choosing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! 2 haikus that make me want to run and hide!  Now, family and friends, please do not ask me what these poems mean, or make me explain them in any way.   And no worrying about me because I put these things out there.  Please just let them speak for themselves, otherwise I will be tempted not to try this raw honesty thing.  I'm fine, promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, toodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you have no idea that act of will it actually took for me to click "publish" on this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6604224957132512082?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6604224957132512082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6604224957132512082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6604224957132512082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6604224957132512082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cabin-fever-hit-me-hard.html' title='cabin fever hit me hard'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4131102323248089487</id><published>2008-12-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:57:39.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As I start this post, I am a bit anxious to share it with you.  As I mentioned before, I've been feeling very introspective lately, daring to peek at my old dreams, listening to the whispers of my heart.  As the year ends, and another begins, my birthday approaches, and I'm trying not to be alarmed at the number that will soon be mine.  (37!?  really?)  I'm tempted to say I'm getting too old to start any big, new dreams, or to hide behind the excuse of motherhood.   But, there are things I want to do (list coming soon), ways to "be" that have eluded me to this point, mainly because of my fears of putting myself out there, the pull of the mundane routines of life keeping me from reaching for those new things, and perhaps some fear of success.  I feel funny putting this all up on the blog, since I know mostly only my closest friends and family are reading this.  Will you all be shocked to know "this or that" about me if I start taking my writing seriously, and put "that" out there?  What if I fail?  What if I tell you all I want to do something so badly, and then I don't do it...will you all think badly of me? (there she goes again!)   Of course, I realize these are just my own fears talking, the thoughts I know I will have if I actually try the creative, writing, photographing, spiritual, searching life I want...and fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can there be failure?  Hasn't God made me with these wishes and dreams?  And 37 with 4 kids, and a very busy "normal" life?  I know I will regret it one day if I let it all go by, only getting older, and one day I'll think 37 was so young and why didn't I just do it?  Like everything else, I'll have to approach this with babysteps.   Write a little every day, and who cares if its any good?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me)&lt;/span&gt;   Take the photos, and again who cares?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make the blog a little more artistic, more raw and honest soul stuff, and just see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(yikes)  I'm so so SO excited that I've signed up for a writing class AND a photography class starting in January.  My wonderful hubby has given me 3 full Saturdays in a row to take the photography class.  And 8 weeks of Thursday night writing. I think the structure of the classes will be a good kick in the pants for me, when its so easy to let these things fall by the wayside when life pushes in.  But, the time is set aside and paid for, so I know for sure it will happen.  And maybe, just maybe it will be enough of a shove to get the momentum going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found so much inspiration lately on the new blogs I've posted in the side bar, and by wading into the favorite blog lists THEY list.  So many amazing, creative, soul feeding blogs out there!  And so many women longing for the same thing, creative freedom, belief in one's own voice and stories, and time to just be truly ourselves, all the while maintaining the needs of our regular life, and tending to those we love.  Spend some time with these amazing women, wade into those blog rolls, and see if you don't start feeling some new creative stirrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an incredible idea, from &lt;a href="http://jenlee.net/index.php/portfolio-project-day-one/"&gt;Jen Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenlee.net/index.php/portfolio-project-day-one/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  I am very cautiously, gently wading in to this project.  No pressure!  (I say to myself)  Watch the video she has there about "The Portfolio Project"  For me it will just be about getting into the habit about creating something, anything every day, (and not feeling guilty if I don't).  Just making space in my mind and soul, telling myself YES! There is time for this.  I can do this.  In fact, its already part of me.  I just need to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, on a technical note, I don't know what's up with the font size on this post.  I've tried publishing twice now and I keep getting a mixture of sizes.  Is this the first joke on me?  Yep, its not perfect.  Ok.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a lovely holiday week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4131102323248089487?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4131102323248089487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4131102323248089487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4131102323248089487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4131102323248089487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1137153703049966348</id><published>2008-12-19T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:49:00.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>Oh, the weather outside is frightful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRxzIeTMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1aIhxSUYg3A/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRxzIeTMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1aIhxSUYg3A/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616010235759810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRy43qAKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XT-wKf1Kruw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRy43qAKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XT-wKf1Kruw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616028955705506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRyZYCUiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uBhsKmziT3g/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRyZYCUiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uBhsKmziT3g/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616020501582370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwR0EXH1NI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PNSiTAv4pIs/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwR0EXH1NI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PNSiTAv4pIs/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616049220342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRzR53mrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BuoR6sJZSww/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRzR53mrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BuoR6sJZSww/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616035675871922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwWbcIWnkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BQY13aWRLQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwWbcIWnkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BQY13aWRLQQ/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281621123662257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the rest.  Delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-1137153703049966348?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1137153703049966348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1137153703049966348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1137153703049966348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1137153703049966348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUwRxzIeTMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1aIhxSUYg3A/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6696800348192663449</id><published>2008-12-11T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:26.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...and so it begins.</title><content type='html'>Our boy made his recital debut tonight at his preschool Christmas program.  There are no words to describe how cute it was.   Hubby and I both teared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHu2XPCFRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/peRY4LpBUjs/s1600-h/DSC_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHu2XPCFRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/peRY4LpBUjs/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278762855972345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHwGK5SPXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LoHRr40eH-g/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHwGK5SPXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LoHRr40eH-g/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278764227049438578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHxKnfPcUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GsorwTGhLdI/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHxKnfPcUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GsorwTGhLdI/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765402955936066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHycdGbA8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/HT-ORLuS9Vg/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHycdGbA8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/HT-ORLuS9Vg/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278766808916755394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I experienced heart bursting joy tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6696800348192663449?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6696800348192663449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6696800348192663449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6696800348192663449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6696800348192663449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmasand-so-it-begins.html' title='Merry Christmas...and so it begins.'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUHu2XPCFRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/peRY4LpBUjs/s72-c/DSC_0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8602816714533794701</id><published>2008-12-10T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:49:16.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCafYKAG2I/AAAAAAAAAag/k4HxeTs2x-g/s1600-h/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCafYKAG2I/AAAAAAAAAag/k4HxeTs2x-g/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388627129244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call it Christmas traditions, but that's not really what this post is about.  Its about my annual look at myself that seems to happen about this time of year.  Not sure if its because its the end of a year and the start of another, or if its the cozy, Northwest winter settling in, or what. But it happens every year.  I suppose you could say I start to think of New Year's Resolutions, but I don't think of them that way.  Its like I start to peel off the layers of my heart and soul and remember little bits and pieces of myself that I've forgotten.  I remember that I want to be really connected to each of my kids hearts, and not just managing the group, and our collective schedules and needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCae6_QjpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tW-McgAY8Sc/s1600-h/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCae6_QjpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tW-McgAY8Sc/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388619299557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I want to not just be a "Christian" but to actually have a relationship with Christ, His Word, and live in quiet, mindful contemplation of the awesome-ness of the fact that that is even possible.  I remember that I'm a good writer, and I could do a lot more with that if I just sit down and do it.  I remember that I like good books, and feel better when I know there's one waiting for me on my bedside table.  I want to be creative and free to be "me" and not just "mom", though that is a wonderful part of being me. I feel myself daring to peek at the dusty, cobwebbed corners of my mind where I've tucked my wildest dreams and some ordinary ones too.   So, here's to my winter tradition of discovering myself, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCafjsUhzI/AAAAAAAAAao/Fj-Q4Z48w1A/s1600-h/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCafjsUhzI/AAAAAAAAAao/Fj-Q4Z48w1A/s320/DSC_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388630225979186" 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/3584594265744768408-8602816714533794701?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8602816714533794701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8602816714533794701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8602816714533794701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8602816714533794701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-traditions.html' title='Winter Traditions'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SUCafYKAG2I/AAAAAAAAAag/k4HxeTs2x-g/s72-c/DSC_0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4932644060378214775</id><published>2008-12-01T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:21:59.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Angelic 12 Part Harmony Chorus Here</title><content type='html'>Can you hear it?   My big photography moment has arrived!  My fabulous hubby got me (ok, I got myself) a brand spankin' new, digital SLR camera, yep, just like &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;'s, for an early Christmas present!    I've been so inspired by all the amazing photography on the blogs I love to visit, that I decided to take the plunge into "real" photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAAL-LE-LU-JAH"  (there they are again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/d80/images/d80-D3S_2239-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/d80/images/d80-D3S_2239-600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad to give credit where credit's due, notice the little www.kenrockwell.com byline on the camera picture.  He's got a fabulous website on all things camera and photography and I'm sure I'll be there often, learning what the heck all the bells and whistles on this thing do!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, do I have a lot to learn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my first shots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt0EuoR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3kKIvBcF48s/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt0EuoR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3kKIvBcF48s/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274961804947638098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt1c_XDWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fFeGAi91oD0/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt1c_XDWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fFeGAi91oD0/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274961828640132450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt09e2XPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GjnJWm3sW6s/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt09e2XPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GjnJWm3sW6s/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274961820182273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too fancy yet, but I'm having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've been having a wonderful time connecting with old friends on facebook as I mentioned.  Its been so great to "see" these people who literally make up my history.  I will try to get back to blogging more often now, especially now that I have my new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Christmas is only a few weeks away!  I need to get crackin' on shopping, crafting, decorating, baking, etc!  Oooh, I'm thinking lots of photo opportunities!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4932644060378214775?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4932644060378214775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4932644060378214775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4932644060378214775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4932644060378214775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/insert-angelic-12-part-harmony-chorus.html' title='Insert Angelic 12 Part Harmony Chorus Here'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/STRt0EuoR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3kKIvBcF48s/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-9099298803978972613</id><published>2008-11-18T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:35:03.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  Again, I'm sorry I've been distracted from blogging!  Hubby man was out of town, and  I've been having a total blast finding many long, lost friends with the help of  my new internet  BFF,  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/a&gt;!!   I'm telling you folks, if you have not yet signed up with this amazing system of social networking, you must go there immediately, sign up (it's free), and then  find me on there and ask to be my friend.  And find all your old friends too!  I've been  on for about a week or so, and have found about 30 people I never thought I would see or hear from again.  This is no ordinary classmate search,  oh no, its so much more!  So fun!   So, if you don't see me too much here on the blog for awhile,  you can find me chatting away with all my best old buds on wonderful, marvelous , dreamy facebook!  See you there!!&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-9099298803978972613?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9099298803978972613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=9099298803978972613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/9099298803978972613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/9099298803978972613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5936219896800257949</id><published>2008-11-11T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:34:15.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>synchronicity</title><content type='html'>Everyone go read &lt;a href="http://www.thisisreverb.com/2008/11/the-all-new-you.html"&gt;Pastor Ryan&lt;/a&gt; today.   Sometimes things keep coming up in life, and you just know its not a coincidence.   My heart is open to the message coming in...is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5936219896800257949?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5936219896800257949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5936219896800257949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5936219896800257949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5936219896800257949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/synchronicity.html' title='synchronicity'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2638829263584767252</id><published>2008-11-09T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:51:44.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up and settling in</title><content type='html'>Hello all, sorry for the long break between posts.  I have to admit, I've gotten a bit preoccupied with trivial fluff lately, and let myself get a bit lazy about a lot of things.  We went to church tonight, and heard a fantastic message about "The Rich Fool", (see for yourself, Luke 12:13-21), about a man who came to Jesus and the first thing out of his mouth was not "what's this whole free gift of eternal life thing?"  or "what's the deal with your forgiving people of their sins no matter what?",  but "My brother got more of the inheritance than me, tell him to give me my share!".  Hmmm, your one chance with JESUS, God incarnate, and the guy totally blew it.  Now, of course, Jesus didn't rebuke the guy straight out, but loved him enough to tell him a story that basically boils down to the fact that whenever we "store up" for ourselves treasures on earth, and neglect loving God, serving God, serving people that is the epitome of foolishness.   I have begun to go down this road, the road of comfort, the road of selfishness and apathy, and how much else can I store up in this world?   Our church is sending a small group of dedicated families to start a new church in downtown Bellevue, a very posh section of town in the midst of 1.5 million people who do not know the incredibly good news that not only is Jesus real, but that his free gift of grace, God's love and forgiveness is alive and well and waiting for them.   Its interesting to think of this area as being a mission field, a mission field not among the poorest of the poor, but perhaps the richest of the rich, people who think they are Christian because they celebrate Christmas and Easter, or that they are going to heaven because they are "good people" and they believe in God and they are doing their best, and what else is there?  People lulled by their comfort into thinking their lives are under control.   I am lulled by my own comfort, but I am waking up again.  Thank goodness he never lets me wander too far, or I would surely be lost by now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm settling into the comforts of Fall, family and the upcoming holidays, and waking up to a new work God is doing in our church, in our community, and in my heart. Some comforts are such gifts.  Others, such a stumbling block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what I'm talking about, or think I'm getting all Jesus Freaky, you know, it just is what it is. Truth with a capital T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qr9_vryE98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qr9_vryE98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-2638829263584767252?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2638829263584767252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2638829263584767252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2638829263584767252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2638829263584767252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/waking-up-and-settling-in.html' title='waking up and settling in'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6990634073198964434</id><published>2008-10-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:35:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling Daughters</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  Not much new to report for now.  Here is a long awaited view of our middle girl playing her violin.  I didn't think about the fact that it would come out sideways once I played it on the computer, so just have a little giggle on me while you turn your laptop on end, or watch this clip sideways.    Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhHkS-T3Tmw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhHkS-T3Tmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are a couple pics of babygirl tonight.  I was so awestruck by the awesome-ness of her post shower curls, I had to go grab the camera before tucking her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SQaBrfjpk7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/DfysZUCJ9Jk/s1600-h/DSC02917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SQaBrfjpk7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/DfysZUCJ9Jk/s320/DSC02917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035798834385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SQaBrskt6cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/POwblwVK1Hw/s1600-h/DSC02916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SQaBrskt6cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/POwblwVK1Hw/s320/DSC02916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035802328525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the girls came with me to the &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/farmgirl-connection/"&gt;Farmgirls&lt;/a&gt; meeting, and we went to a Spinning class at the &lt;a href="http://foothillsacademy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Foothills Academy&lt;/a&gt; in nearby Duvall.  It was so cool!  We learned how to make yarn from wool roving (basically, brushed raw wool) with a spindle.   Its very simple, but somehow very satisfying!  Middle girl has found a new passion, and she is my little fiber fiend in the making, loving anything to do with yarn, knitting, crochet, etc.  She is spinning her little heart out, and it warms my heart.  I bet &lt;a href="http://alonggriffincreek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; is going to post some of her fabulous photos from the class soon,  since she and her girls were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6990634073198964434?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6990634073198964434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6990634073198964434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6990634073198964434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6990634073198964434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/darling-daughters.html' title='Darling Daughters'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SQaBrfjpk7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/DfysZUCJ9Jk/s72-c/DSC02917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2887029419589804624</id><published>2008-10-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:06:35.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's home</title><content type='html'>And all is right with the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvzfnBoQCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BbkjGNQJf7g/s1600-h/DSC02889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvzfnBoQCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BbkjGNQJf7g/s320/DSC02889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259064714262495266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPv1NKODt-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/DHy4jMCHXdc/s1600-h/DSC02899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPv1NKODt-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/DHy4jMCHXdc/s320/DSC02899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259066596315609058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvzfdHteMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QFM_SRliQ1s/s1600-h/DSC02890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvzfdHteMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QFM_SRliQ1s/s320/DSC02890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259064711603648706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvm_LZIN1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZH8jHJ0XTk0/s1600-h/DSC02898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvge_t_QSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/v4hBXabjqjU/s320/DSC02905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259043812990206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvgdvBc1VI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aNqgQjn8eFk/s1600-h/DSC02909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvgdvBc1VI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aNqgQjn8eFk/s320/DSC02909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259043791328564562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvgea6BjCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6IWA47m4EWg/s1600-h/DSC02908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvgea6BjCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6IWA47m4EWg/s320/DSC02908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259043803108576290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week! And remember, BE the blessing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-2887029419589804624?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2887029419589804624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2887029419589804624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2887029419589804624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2887029419589804624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s home'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPvzfnBoQCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BbkjGNQJf7g/s72-c/DSC02889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5539446815195599384</id><published>2008-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:40:59.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>We're crawling out from under the rock of 3 rounds of the stomach flu (me, babygirl and big girl), and the man is in the Los Angeles for 4 days adding to his real estate guru-ness.  Did you know that he is a real estate guru?  Well, he is.  We miss him greatly.  I'm very proud of him.  He'll be home tomorrow, and then I'm taking a looooong bubble bath.  I don't have too much to share right now.  I'm generally happy.  But honestly, today and yesterday, I've been mostly grumpy.   I'm sure it will pass uh, in a few days, if you know what I mean.  Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I haven't taken too many pics lately, but here are a few I forgot about that I found on my camera today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this, "Tomatoes from My Garden, Glistening in Morning Sunshine"  (too much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk7TRs4IfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vt5NjzaXGu0/s1600-h/DSC02883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk7TRs4IfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vt5NjzaXGu0/s320/DSC02883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258299242286948850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one  I like to call, "Cute Moment with Babygirl Playing with Ball of Yarn, Not Quite in Focus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gEMcchI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-XSm9CNpAQM/s1600-h/DSC02881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gEMcchI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-XSm9CNpAQM/s320/DSC02881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258300561511182866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one  (ok, two) that I call  "Babygirl in Bathtub, Not Quite in focus and With Too Much Digital Noise, Because I  Don't Exactly Know What I'm Doing With My Camera."  Still, very cute babygirl!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gTC0t5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xPtCAP1rlgo/s1600-h/DSC02887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gTC0t5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xPtCAP1rlgo/s320/DSC02887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258300565497362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gkp0wVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H63f0TnGpH0/s1600-h/DSC02888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk8gkp0wVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H63f0TnGpH0/s320/DSC02888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258300570224345426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and babygirl pooped in said bathtub tonight.  :)  Don't tell her I told you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5539446815195599384?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539446815195599384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5539446815195599384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5539446815195599384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5539446815195599384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SPk7TRs4IfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vt5NjzaXGu0/s72-c/DSC02883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8608016232323258549</id><published>2008-10-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:09:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ponchito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SO5wrWC2JPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KcInpsx1vow/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SO5wrWC2JPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KcInpsx1vow/s320/Photo+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255261705142150386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they called him in the song last night at the restaurant, and it made us all giggle, and that includes pretty much the whole restaurant.  I bet you just giggled too! :)  I tried to look it up online to see what it means, and the official Spanish translator didn't recognize it.(I think maybe that's a bad sign)   Other, googled answers came up with "cheap dive/Mexican restaurant", "belly", and uh, other things too.  SO,  Happy Birthday to my love, my partner in life (and crime), my very best friend.  Ponchito!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone recognize this child??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SO5xaIbQqkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mKhcVC29ckM/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SO5xaIbQqkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mKhcVC29ckM/s320/Photo+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255262508940307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's Lil Ponchito himself, circa 1974 or so.  Or is that our youngest daughter, aka babygirl herself?  Weird, huh??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there are any spanish translators out there, and know that this is actually some kind of dirty word... just let us stay in the dark, ok?  Let us enjoy the giggles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8608016232323258549?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8608016232323258549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8608016232323258549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8608016232323258549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8608016232323258549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-ponchito.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ponchito!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SO5wrWC2JPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KcInpsx1vow/s72-c/Photo+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5377996308652137006</id><published>2008-10-05T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:29:13.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a word, me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2916723451" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2916723451_92cd5774fb.jpg?v=0" alt="wordle me by you." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="280" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5377996308652137006?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5377996308652137006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5377996308652137006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5377996308652137006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5377996308652137006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-word-me_05.html' title='In a word, me'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8054900847788810836</id><published>2008-10-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:19:43.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Thoughts and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, just thought I'd check in, and give you a peek into what's going on in my little world and mind lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer is not so bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to stop biting my fingernails.  Again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might get a tattoo.  (gasp! I know! I want one, 'cause I'm crazy like that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it when hubby man makes a fire in the fireplace.    It makes me feel all safe and "schmoopy".  I especially like it when he does it with his hat on backwards.  He's extra cute that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to knit more, and actually learn how to do things that aren't just rectangles!  I made a new friend at the Farmgirls meeting last week (we  learned how to make cheese!), and she's going to be my knitting mentor.  I'm going to be her chicken mentor.  (who'd a thought I'd be a chicken mentor?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm learning about this out-there, "woo-woo" thing called the Emotional Freedom Technique (&lt;a href="http://www.emofree.com"&gt;EFT&lt;/a&gt;), which is a pretty straightforward acupressure technique to help with all kinds of physical and emotional issues.  I'm learning that its not that out there or woo-woo, and that I think it works, and the mind/body connection is an amazing thing. Ok, its still a little woo-woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love not homeschooling.  (there, I said it out loud.)  Homeschooling is great for a lot of people. Regular school is great for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to read, and yet I don't do it very often.  I check out a lot of books from the library, but then just leave them in a pile next to my bed or on the coffee table, and look at them.  I love knowing I have a pile of books at hand, in case I get inspired to step away from the computer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now, I'm not that great at keeping up with this blog, or getting my camera out to capture all the ordinary, wonderful moments, people, and things around me.  But, I promise I'll keep at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8054900847788810836?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8054900847788810836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8054900847788810836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8054900847788810836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8054900847788810836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-latest-thoughts-and-stuff.html' title='My Latest Thoughts and Stuff'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8078816043781795658</id><published>2008-09-24T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:00:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer, and birthdays and dolls, oh my</title><content type='html'>I'm back, sorry its been awhile.  Its been a whirlwind week of non-stop soccer action, a birthday party, and my most challenging craft project yet, all whilst dear hubby was out of town!  Whew!  I don't have anything too profound, or silly to share this time.(please forgive my last post, and that you had to look at it for so long...I was in a silly mood...which isn't that unusual actually...but still...)   Soooo....let's just get right to the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  I can't even believe that my biggest girl just turned 9!! How did that happen? She decided to "go retro" too for her birthday and we found ourselves at Skate King again, and you know, you just can't get enough Skate King.  Happy is she who has her birthday at Skate King.    And really, the giant skate is enough to make anyone smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsAYk4T7wI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7Kd7DQuR8XQ/s1600-h/DSC02825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsAYk4T7wI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7Kd7DQuR8XQ/s320/DSC02825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249790212847169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smile she did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsAmGQv8uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-0t1CNo3u0g/s1600-h/DSC02806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsAmGQv8uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-0t1CNo3u0g/s320/DSC02806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249790445146338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_q4mdIII/AAAAAAAAAV4/NPD166jiqGA/s1600-h/DSC02813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_q4mdIII/AAAAAAAAAV4/NPD166jiqGA/s320/DSC02813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789427867000962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_StlwKSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6z3oZ6Pk4Tg/s1600-h/DSC02811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_StlwKSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6z3oZ6Pk4Tg/s320/DSC02811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789012594403618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_6NgRwJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pll97eFsIM0/s1600-h/DSC02817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNr_6NgRwJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pll97eFsIM0/s320/DSC02817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789691176272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the week of complicated doll making!  I've decided to make as many handmade gifts as possible for as long as the spirit moves me, so I asked her to look through a few magazines I have and pick something.  I was thinking maybe she'd pick a cute little apron, or maybe a quilt similar to the one I just made for her sister.  No, no....she picked a "topsy-turvy Little Red Riding Hood doll", which is from MaryJanesFarm Magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/backissues.html"&gt;Artists in Aprons&lt;/a&gt; issue.  Which means, that with the skirt one way, it looks like Little Red Riding Hood, but if you flip the skirt up, then it looks like Grandma, and if you turn Grandma around to the back, it looks like the wolf in Grandma's clothes.  yikes.  So, I immediately told her I couldn't do it.  Its too hard.  And then I proceeded to try....And....TA-DA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsE8f-kt6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/lKGH5SeNt_U/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsE8f-kt6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/lKGH5SeNt_U/s320/DSC02854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249795228053059490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFw0jYjHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/OOtRPLC3X78/s1600-h/DSC02857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFw0jYjHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/OOtRPLC3X78/s320/DSC02857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249796126929357938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFwvXGK7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/33Js7-Gfixo/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFwvXGK7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/33Js7-Gfixo/s320/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249796125535644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFw5Rpb8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF12ZsDwEGg/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsFw5Rpb8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF12ZsDwEGg/s320/DSC02858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249796128197144514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  I did it!  It actually turned out pretty well, and she was totally surprised and says she loves it, so mission accomplished!  I can't believe that the whole sewing thing is actually not that hard.  Its kinda like cooking, if you get a good recipe, and learn a few vocabulary words, and follow the directions, it usually comes out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got soccer out the wazoo these days, and I'd have lots of pictures of big and middle girls last game, except that it was pouring down rain and cold, so I wasn't much in the mood for picture taking.  I have to admit though, it is kind of cool how so much of our community is out at these games on any given night, you see so many people you know, and the kids absolutely love it, so I guess I can't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsKTqYDm9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/jqB-dL4jag0/s1600-h/DSC02852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsKTqYDm9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/jqB-dL4jag0/s320/DSC02852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249801123539426258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just have to say, I am so loving my new time and freedom with 2 big girls in school full days, and the boy in preschool 3 mornings a week.  I LOVE spending my afternoons with just my boy.  He's had so few chances to just be himself without the influence and competition for time and attention from his sisters, that its just so refreshing to be able to have a conversation and hang out with him and give him my undivided attention each afternoon.  We've been playing "baseball" every afternoon that the weather allows, and he is quite a good little batter, and I've been named the best pitcher in the world several times this week.  I've also started taking babygirl to &lt;a href="http://www.snoqualmievalleymusic.com/"&gt;Musikgarten&lt;/a&gt; class each week, which is a time I also treasure.  Again, here is a child who has pretty much never had time away from her siblings, (who all adore her by the way), and its so interesting to see her just totally shine in her own way in this class.  She participates with total abandon and just loves it.  I love being able to spend this time with her and get to know her in a way I have not been able to before.  I feel like I'm really moving into a new phase right now, and I have to say it feels pretty good.  For the first time in almost 10 years, I am not pregnant and/or nursing someone.  Wow!  I feel myself finding "me" again, and I'm pretty happy about that.  Hubby is pretty happy about that too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to start a new knitting project, as the weather feels more like knitting weather all of a sudden.  The air is quite crisp, and the rain is starting.  And I'm sitting in front of this right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsKTyD5YCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/L_wtrlaJtuI/s1600-h/DSC02860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsKTyD5YCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/L_wtrlaJtuI/s320/DSC02860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249801125602353186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the season I'm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8078816043781795658?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8078816043781795658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8078816043781795658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8078816043781795658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8078816043781795658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/soccer-and-birthdays-and-dolls-oh-my.html' title='soccer, and birthdays and dolls, oh my'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SNsAYk4T7wI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7Kd7DQuR8XQ/s72-c/DSC02825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-9193003535718655688</id><published>2008-09-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:22:34.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Retro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:R_dOzvJKmktgOM:http://www.thumbbandits.com/images/Oakley/Leia/Leia_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 133px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:R_dOzvJKmktgOM:http://www.thumbbandits.com/images/Oakley/Leia/Leia_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd check in with you all to give you a look at all the educational videos we've been watching at our house lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon, thoughts on soccer, community, and so much more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JfjCtcpnm5q3sM:http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/1549586101_2bf3e31285_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 116px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JfjCtcpnm5q3sM:http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/1549586101_2bf3e31285_o.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:dgHIRpGbnfWzKM:http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/theatre/soundmusic460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 87px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:dgHIRpGbnfWzKM:http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/theatre/soundmusic460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mmimagessmall.moviemail-online.co.uk/6455_sound-of-music-1.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser.viewprofile%26friendID%3D390851966&amp;amp;h=446&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;sz=33&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__ILp-qm6tUApsU8z41T8tBqCjz1k=&amp;amp;tbnid=Ck7okEkj5yNN3M:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=91&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DSound%2Bof%2BMusic%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mmimagessmall.moviemail-online.co.uk/6455_sound-of-music-1.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser.viewprofile%26friendID%3D390851966&amp;amp;h=446&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;sz=33&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__ILp-qm6tUApsU8z41T8tBqCjz1k=&amp;amp;tbnid=Ck7okEkj5yNN3M:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=91&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DSound%2Bof%2BMusic%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sbqv3MwwVd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sbqv3MwwVd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.  As I was picking out 2 thermos-es (thermi?)  for my school girls today, I was reminded of one of my very favorite songs.  Much love to Steve Martin. (For those very easily offended, please do not press play)  I can't help it!  It makes me giggle every time.  Tell me you didn't giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYM5rRL5u4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYM5rRL5u4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-9193003535718655688?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9193003535718655688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=9193003535718655688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/9193003535718655688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/9193003535718655688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-retro.html' title='Viva Retro!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5343767471227867755</id><published>2008-09-08T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:19:32.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYAKGn3aFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q11VH5NK6pM/s1600-h/100_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYAKGn3aFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q11VH5NK6pM/s320/100_0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243878989696034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big week this week!  I was hoping to have lots of pictures of the big girls first day of school last week, the first official bus ride for either of them (trying to go green a little with the bus thing), the first full day of school ever for the middle girl, who started first grade, the first soccer goal of the year by the big girl, but alas, I just didn't have the camera with me.  So please do your best to imagine the artistic shot of the close up of little feet climbing the step of the bus, with the bus slightly blurred in the background, the sentimental shot of the kids waving good-bye through the window, and the proud march back up the hill of the driveway upon arriving home.  The action shot of the kick resulting in the big goal scored by the big girl.  Isn't it great?  I know, I'm getting really good aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I did remember to get the camera out today, for the BOY's first day of preschool this morning.  Oh how this boy is ready to go to school! He so WASN'T ready until this year, and I suppose we're a bit late by the world's standards.  But seriously, all he wanted to do until recently was wear his costumes and run around swinging his sword, clueless and happy.  And I mean that in only the best, most loving possible way!  He is really looking forward &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYAmTqqcaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4QBa6D7J7i4/s1600-h/100_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYAmTqqcaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4QBa6D7J7i4/s320/100_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243879474233766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mostly to making a few friends, proving to himself that he's actually not the only boy in the world (as he is surrounded by 3 sisters at home).  He charged in this morning, without looking back, and was playing happily on the carpet with a new friend and a big box of cars when I left.  He was so sweet on our way to school, telling me "Mom, I'm feeling excited and nervous all at the same time" with kind of a funny little nervous grin on his face.  No worries though, as we were walking out, I asked him "So, was it awesome???"  and he said, sheepishly...."Yeah....it was awesome!"  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYDOtTZmWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0AfTsjf7Sps/s1600-h/100_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYDOtTZmWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0AfTsjf7Sps/s320/100_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882367333538146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also very much enjoyed my first morning alone with babygirl in a long, long time, maybe ever!  Instead of doing something grand, or terribly relaxing with her, I decided to do some power cleaning around the house.  I know, lame-o, but its so nice to be able to just get some stuff done!  Babygirl sometimes "helped", sometimes wandered around doing her own thing.  Then in the afternoon, while babygirl napped, the boy and I enjoyed our own alone time together.  We went outside and I pitched a few (ok A LOT) balls to him to practice his batting, his current favorite activity.  (The costumes have been amazingly put aside for a few days, although he did come home from his sister's soccer practice with stories of playing Elasti-boy with some kids he met at the park) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big girl is slowly getting used to her new, more challenging routine.  She's in a mixed 3rd/4th grade class this year, and is finding herself surprised at the much more challenging acaemic pace of the class.  "Mom!  There's no carpet time!"  Nope, sorry babe.  And just think, in just a couple of years, no more recess!  I think she'll do fine once she gets used to it, but it is a pretty rigorous class for 3rd grade, homework plus 30 minutes of silent reading every night. I Once she finds her "new normal"  I think she'll love it actually.  She's into that whole "succeeding" thing.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more first!  We went on our first family bike ride ever, now that we're all outfitted with bikes and a $40 bike trailer for the little ones (s) I found at a consignment shop.  We enjoyed the gorgeous weather we've been having by going out on the nearby trail, and rode all the way into town, went to the park and our favorite coffee shop for drinks.  We must have gone about 5 miles altogether by the end.  Some of us began to lose heart at the end, but with teamwork (hanging back, and letting the slow ones set the pace..and I might have been one of the slow ones, I don't remember), we all made it back to the car, happy.  Maybe its our new thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all enjoying a wonderful beginning to your Fall too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5343767471227867755?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5343767471227867755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5343767471227867755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5343767471227867755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5343767471227867755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SMYAKGn3aFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q11VH5NK6pM/s72-c/100_0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1898148895188426758</id><published>2008-08-31T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:56:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was 1982...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt56aYeUTI/AAAAAAAAATA/m18RqfDueSU/s1600-h/100_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt56aYeUTI/AAAAAAAAATA/m18RqfDueSU/s320/100_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240916635797049650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember these....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt68rVpqwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z359S6-S-Hs/s1600-h/100_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt68rVpqwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z359S6-S-Hs/s320/100_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240917774219979522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ahhhh....the memories!&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;Ok, its actually not 1982, and these aren't pictures of Fantasyland Roller Rink in Lawrence, KS, the most awesome-est place ever for 10 year olds (and everyone else) where I grew up.   NO!  This is Skate King, of Bellevue, WA taken this afternoon for Middle Girl's most awesome-est 7th birthday party!  And yes, it does look, smell, and sound just the same as it did in 1982, since my awesome-est husband used to frequent this place back in 1982, and he says it hasn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt8lF_PV9I/AAAAAAAAATY/yH7NwNXepeo/s1600-h/100_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt8lF_PV9I/AAAAAAAAATY/yH7NwNXepeo/s320/100_0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240919568080132050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt-FYSEfoI/AAAAAAAAATg/tqfyNV1ySYY/s1600-h/100_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt-FYSEfoI/AAAAAAAAATg/tqfyNV1ySYY/s320/100_0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240921222258392706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt_b4moz3I/AAAAAAAAATo/SOP7DwS2ius/s1600-h/100_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt_b4moz3I/AAAAAAAAATo/SOP7DwS2ius/s320/100_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240922708403343218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLuA6O5ZIZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w7rTZA7CRVQ/s1600-h/100_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLuA6O5ZIZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w7rTZA7CRVQ/s320/100_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240924329295290770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLuAGXNOJaI/AAAAAAAAATw/AgpcpuBADRM/s1600-h/100_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLuAGXNOJaI/AAAAAAAAATw/AgpcpuBADRM/s320/100_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240923438172743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we were kickin' it old school this afternoon, celebrating the 7th year of our favorite middle girl.  Oh my, 7?  Can it be already?  7 years ago, I got to experience the magical, almost pain-free natural labor to bring this beautiful girl into the world. (seriously, folks, an aspirin would have made it totally painless until the last 15 minutes or so..then...not so much, but I digress...) This is the  girl obsessed with the violin since the first time she saw one at age 2, and is now impressing everyone with her musical skills.  If I could figure out how to post at least an audio clip of her playing, I would.  She's spunky, funny, adventurous, and ready to tackle anything.  She's really a great kid, and I can't wait to see what God has in mind for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of "summer" (I use the term loosely, considering its supposed to be 40 degrees outside when we wake up tomorrow), and then its back to school, and everything else.  I'm ready.  We actually have had some lovely Fall weather the past few days, chilly mornings, and sunny afternoons, with just a hint of crispness that is so comforting. Perfect sweatshirt weather.  We may have a few more warm days ahead, but I'm ready for the routines of Fall, the sights, smells and yummy things that go along with the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th Birthday, girlfriend.  You're the awesome-est!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-1898148895188426758?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1898148895188426758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1898148895188426758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1898148895188426758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1898148895188426758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-1982.html' title='It was 1982...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLt56aYeUTI/AAAAAAAAATA/m18RqfDueSU/s72-c/100_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1091610580952144568</id><published>2008-08-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:52:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Bit O' Heaven</title><content type='html'>Oh my, how can I express my gratitude and joy at the honor of having an open invitation and budding friendships with the people at &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/"&gt;MaryJanesF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/"&gt;arm&lt;/a&gt; ! I cannot believe my good fortune at first of all living close enough to this amazing place that I can visit it, AND I can't believe that they have welcomed our family with open arms and said we can come for a retreat any ole time we want.  Most of you know how I have treasured MaryJane's books and inspiration, but now I can actually call her a friend.  How weird and awesome is that?  I feel like I've crawled through the pages of my favorite author's books and magazines and now I actually know the people and places I fell in love with through her writings.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a "last blast" of summer weekend farm-stay this weekend, and it was so wonderful.  The whole family went this time, staying in 2 adjacent wall tents, completely furnished in vintage farmgirl style.  Each having a double bed piled high with down comforters, quilts and tons of pillows, a little wood stove and lots of antique knick-knacks.  We ate around the campfire all weekend, and just enjoyed the quiet sounds and peace of the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls, especially the biggest were in absolute heaven.  The girls have become good friends with MaryJane's young assistant Katy, who has become quite a mentor for them for all things crafty.  Katy didn't arrive home at the farm until late Saturday night after working all day a couple hours away getting the new MaryJanesFarm store ready for their Grand Opening in Coer D'Laine (I have no idea how to spell that town's name!).  We had made tentative plans for the girls to spend some time with her on Saturday designing and making doll clothes for the big doll making business that is in the works for the big girl,  but the hours ticked by with no sign of Katy coming home.  We had all prepared ourselves for the fact that maybe she would have to stay and keep working on the store, and maybe the sewing wouldn't happen after all.  We left the farm for a few hours just to take our minds off this terrible disappointment, went into town, toured Dad's old &lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt; , stopping at the bookstore to stock up on our Coug' gear, then we went bowling and had some bad pizza, which we all eagerly gobbled up.    Then, we made our way back to the farm, thinking it would be campfire, marshmallow roasting and then off to bed, when lo and behold, who should we hear coming down the dirt road but MaryJane and most importantly Katy!!!  And bless her heart, as the girls ran toward her as she got out of the car, she swooped them up in her arms and whisked them away to the design studio for a few hours of evening sewing, and then took them on a moonlight stroll down the lane to look at the most amazing display of stars they had ever seen.  Then, she brought them back to the tents and roasted marshmallows with us before turning in for the night.  But not before telling the girls she'd be ready for more sewing as soon as the girls were ready in the morning.  You should have seen these girls joy just exploding out of their little hearts.  So, after a restful night listening to the lovely nighttime sounds of the farm, the girls were up and out of the tents before 7am, racing down the hill to the farm, and we didn't see them again until about 10, where they begged for more time!  They made tons of new outfits, learned lots of new tips and tricks, and had their love tanks filled up by this most sweetest of 23 year old girls, the girl's newly adopted "cool Aunt" or big sister.  (no offense to their real cool Aunt!  Hi Sara! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy had a fun time tending the campfire, jumping on the trampoline, and swinging on the big tree swing.  He also had fun kicking his sister's rears in bowling!  I forgot my camera for the bowling trip, which is a real bummer, 'cause it doesn't get much cuter than watching a 5, 6 and 8 year old bowling.  :)  I did have my camera up and about the rest of the weekend, though my photos don't do the farm justice.  You all must, must visit her website, find/buy her books and read her magazine.  That MaryJane is quite something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my best efforts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLN_ADm_ZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/4xlDY6d7MZc/s1600-h/DSC02775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLN_ADm_ZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/4xlDY6d7MZc/s320/DSC02775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238670430507590802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLN_rKC8BYI/AAAAAAAAARw/zf_hhLuJmuY/s1600-h/DSC02777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLN_rKC8BYI/AAAAAAAAARw/zf_hhLuJmuY/s320/DSC02777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238671170969798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOBiEZdQrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KezgF-_pAw4/s1600-h/DSC02781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOBiEZdQrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KezgF-_pAw4/s320/DSC02781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238673213858071218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I spent the yummiest 2 hours I can remember in a long time.  Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOCIFTdSRI/AAAAAAAAASA/y1Et8FVkqsE/s1600-h/DSC02782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOCIFTdSRI/AAAAAAAAASA/y1Et8FVkqsE/s320/DSC02782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238673866936371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOCum9O4tI/AAAAAAAAASI/LOYpvH9S6d0/s1600-h/DSC02783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOCum9O4tI/AAAAAAAAASI/LOYpvH9S6d0/s320/DSC02783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238674528804987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the girls with their hero/mentor Katy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLODkcDaYiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UG1TIbGlyYc/s1600-h/DSC02785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLODkcDaYiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UG1TIbGlyYc/s320/DSC02785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238675453591052834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the big girl, living and dreaming big,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOEQl5ITOI/AAAAAAAAASY/AiTfSlGnTos/s1600-h/DSC02789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOEQl5ITOI/AAAAAAAAASY/AiTfSlGnTos/s320/DSC02789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238676212146523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOE66qXvHI/AAAAAAAAASg/TxeM6xBVZm0/s1600-h/DSC02791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOE66qXvHI/AAAAAAAAASg/TxeM6xBVZm0/s320/DSC02791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238676939276270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOLXQ39p1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/MInFJGH-mDQ/s1600-h/DSC02788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOLXQ39p1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/MInFJGH-mDQ/s320/DSC02788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238684023344965458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's # 2 and 3, and one more we found at the farm, the lovely, 4 year old Ella, also visiting  the farm for the weekend, with her sweet Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOFtKyDPMI/AAAAAAAAASo/7EmqNNfupc4/s1600-h/DSC02792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOFtKyDPMI/AAAAAAAAASo/7EmqNNfupc4/s320/DSC02792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238677802596908226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOGbYAEbpI/AAAAAAAAASw/g5cn6JodPsA/s1600-h/DSC02795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLOGbYAEbpI/AAAAAAAAASw/g5cn6JodPsA/s320/DSC02795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238678596419350162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is definitely winding down around here, soccer has started (boo!), school starts next week (yay!), and its been raining for a couple of days now.  I do have a few ripe tomatoes in the greenhouse, and we may even have a successful corn harvest for the first time!  (this was our fourth and final year if it didn't work this year either...amazing what tilling and amending the soil will do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we also have an end of summer cold just starting to roll through the family, so we'll be laying low the rest of the week, catching up on laundry, and getting ready for the new season of activity about to come upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsu.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-1091610580952144568?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1091610580952144568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1091610580952144568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1091610580952144568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1091610580952144568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-bit-o-heaven.html' title='Lil Bit O&apos; Heaven'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SLN_ADm_ZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/4xlDY6d7MZc/s72-c/DSC02775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4244490913776924792</id><published>2008-08-17T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:42:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more summer moments</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I succeeded in shaking off the funk we were in last week, with a combination of getting tough on behavior issues, doing a major clean up of the house, and planning lots of fun, creative stuff to do.  Just getting consistent with discipline and chores brings such a breath of fresh air through the house, and then we can all get busy being happy rather than all being snippy with each other all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the boy keeping busy getting started building a chair for his stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj8lsFZ86I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fS94f3wxaUQ/s1600-h/DSC02730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj8lsFZ86I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fS94f3wxaUQ/s320/DSC02730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235712291237393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went &lt;a href="http://www.atlasquest.com/showinfo.html?gBoxId=70771"&gt;letterboxing&lt;/a&gt; again, and to the beach again, and enjoyed the super warm weather we've been having.  Like in the 90's!  Most people hate it when it gets hot around here, but that's because no one has air conditioning, which will sound crazy to anyone living outside the Northwest.  But WE do!  So, I say, bring on the 90 degree weather!  It will only last a few days anyway.  We even had a surprise midwest-like post-hot day thunderstorm last night!  Poor babygirl was totally terrified, having never heard thunder like that before.  She can't stop talking about it today.  "Fun-der, scared, me, last, night, ma-maaa!"   Poor baby.  Big bro' tried to help her last night, by telling her "Don't worry, its just Jesus", and then he corrected himself, saying, "Actually, I sent it down!  I'm Electric Boy!"  :)   Don't forget, this is at 4:00 am.  The imagination never sleeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girl has some cool stuff going on.  She got into sewing this week, and designed a cloth doll, and several items of doll clothes, and they are really cute!  They are the first doll clothes she's ever sewed, and she's kind of making them up as she goes along.   Its pretty amazing to see this whole process taking shape.  This girl has always had a bit of a thing for biting off more than she can chew, taking on huge, big projects that in the past have turned in to tears and tantrums as she makes her way through them.  I've learned not to tell her she can't, and do my best to help her through the frustrations, and by and by, she usually gets around to a finished project she's happy with.  THIS time though, there are no tears, no tantrums, just a totally determined girl, who has it in her mind that she is going to teach herself how to make dolls and doll clothes, making adjustments on her own and finishing projects with little or no help.  She took the doll to the library the other day, and all the ladies there just went crazy over it, and encouraged her to take it over to &lt;a href="http://www.millersarts.com/"&gt;Miller's&lt;/a&gt; to see about selling them there. Well, you should have seen this kid beam!  She's been trying to come up with an idea for a business to start for about a year, and you could say this was a defining moment for her. She is totally determined now to see this idea through.  She's planning on working on improving her prototypes and sewing skills, and getting them ready for sale by Christmas.  You can be sure that if she decides to do this, she will!  I'll keep you posted on her progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkFr1ztafI/AAAAAAAAARI/wNSOmqEhr50/s1600-h/DSC02731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkFr1ztafI/AAAAAAAAARI/wNSOmqEhr50/s320/DSC02731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235722292531390962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkGEanGlqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uuamnDN2eMY/s1600-h/DSC02751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkGEanGlqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uuamnDN2eMY/s320/DSC02751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235722714727487138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went raspberry picking yesterday, and I made another 8 or so jars of jam.  I'm totally hooked on homemade jam!  It is sooo yummy!  We're having such a late harvest season, its pretty amazing that we're still picking berries at this late date.  I'm only just now seeing my first few zucchini's appearing on the vine, and just today saw the first tinge of red on one tomato in my hugely tall, promising tomato garden in my greenhouse.  They are growing so tall, they are over my head, but I wasn't sure if they'd ever get ripe at this point!  Still keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj-1p5xoQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vie9kYGEgTg/s1600-h/DSC02744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj-1p5xoQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vie9kYGEgTg/s320/DSC02744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235714764552904962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj9mKfe59I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CZO0qd0buWk/s1600-h/DSC02746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj9mKfe59I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CZO0qd0buWk/s320/DSC02746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235713398911461330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was REALLY hot?  Some of us lost our gusto for picking, and found a shady spot to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkE4Ez5G4I/AAAAAAAAARA/4dCSY6tGoBM/s1600-h/DSC02749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkE4Ez5G4I/AAAAAAAAARA/4dCSY6tGoBM/s320/DSC02749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235721403205491586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and babygirl started going potty this week!  Hip, hip, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkG0wMOB1I/AAAAAAAAARY/JLdnky1c0qU/s1600-h/DSC02742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkG0wMOB1I/AAAAAAAAARY/JLdnky1c0qU/s320/DSC02742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235723545154029394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This pic doesn't do justice to the humidity induced curls here.  Oh my goodness..the curls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the purse I made last week! I'm proud, I admit it.  Next, I'm starting on a quilt for middle girl's b-day coming up in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkHjofbW2I/AAAAAAAAARg/hIgHe55XUz4/s1600-h/DSC02770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKkHjofbW2I/AAAAAAAAARg/hIgHe55XUz4/s320/DSC02770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235724350540962658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4244490913776924792?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4244490913776924792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4244490913776924792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4244490913776924792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4244490913776924792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-summer-moments.html' title='more summer moments'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SKj8lsFZ86I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fS94f3wxaUQ/s72-c/DSC02730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2917711834533994394</id><published>2008-08-15T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:59:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thekevinchang/2695067740/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2695067740_57b42b2beb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thekevinchang/2695067740/"&gt;monday morning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thekevinchang/"&gt;kmchang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was searching around Flickr, and I saw this photo, and it made me giggle.  I can so relate to this on so many levels.  *smile*&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-2917711834533994394?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2917711834533994394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2917711834533994394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2917711834533994394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2917711834533994394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-made-me-giggle.html' title='This made me giggle'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2695067740_57b42b2beb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-5387980899702732665</id><published>2008-08-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:39:23.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did!</title><content type='html'>Except that I have no pictures to show you! :)  I've been feeling soooo busy, and yes, a little burned out on 24/7 with 4 kiddos, and I just haven't had the energy to bring out the camera lately.  But I have done some cool stuff lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the "Charming Handbag" from &lt;a href="http://angrychicken.typepad.com/"&gt;Amy Karol&lt;/a&gt;'s book , &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bend-Rules-Sewing-Essential-Guide/dp/0307347214"&gt;Bend the Rules Sewing&lt;/a&gt;, and I have to say, it IS quite charming, and I'm quite proud of it, considering I am a complete newbie when it comes to sewing.  The girls totally want me to make them one too, and the biggest wants to make one herself!  Wouldn't it be great if I had a picture to show you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went berry picking, and picked a big 'ole flat of marionberries yesterday afternoon, and today, I made a pie, and about 10 jars of various sizes of jam.  Mmmm, mmmm.  Can't you just imagine all the artsy shots of that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justauntieem/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account to keep all my pictures in one spot online, and also to join crafty groups, and learn more about photography.  Its really a photography wonderland!   I haven't even figured out what all I can do there, but I like it.  I like it a lot.  So, at least you can check out some of my older pictures all in one place if you just gotta have some photos from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*   Does it make me a bad mom that I am just getting so, so tired of constant kid management?   For my homeschooling readers, please don't be discouraged, and "don't hate me"...but I am so looking forward to school starting!  I know, savor the moments and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a moment (or two) of time to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.  Enough complaining.  I love my kids.  Love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgon, take me awaaaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-5387980899702732665?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5387980899702732665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=5387980899702732665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5387980899702732665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/5387980899702732665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-7004607183910636596</id><published>2008-08-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:44:27.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't have any pictures to share today, but I did want to share the incredible news that MR. NIBBLES HAS BEEN FOUND!!! Yes, the baby bunny lost last week was actually returned to his humble abode!  The girls had a couple of bunny sightings, and even got a hand on the little fella a couple of times, and then I got to be the hero by catching him and putting him back in his little hutch inside the chicken coop.  Poor little guy, he didn't even really try to get away from me when I put my hand out.  He must have had enough adventures in the woods, and is ready for some rest!  We're all so relieved, especially the child who will remain nameless who left the top of the hutch open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past few days getting back on track with routines, getting the house and kids back up to snuff.   &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net"&gt;Flylady&lt;/a&gt; is such a huge help in this arena for me, to just get off my rear, and DO something!  Because, after all, as she says "Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family!" and "You can do anything in 15 minutes!".  These 2 phrases of hers totally transform my thinking when I need a kick in the pants to get going again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those lines, I'm teaching my 2 biggest girls to do their own laundry this year as part of their chores.  Their very wise father suggested this as a solution to my constant struggles with "Mount Washmore" in my house.  There was some muttering and moping about this at first, but I think they are secretly enjoying it now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a clean house, and tired but happy children, I sign off.  Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-7004607183910636596?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7004607183910636596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=7004607183910636596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7004607183910636596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7004607183910636596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8058711357501020482</id><published>2008-08-01T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:42:11.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl's Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>I'm really on a roll this week!  I realized that I haven't put many pics of the biggest girl up lately.  Well, here she is enjoying her Friday.  She loves to bake.  She didn't get this from me, but I am really glad to have a baker in the house!   She makes great cookies, and the best banana bread any of us have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she started today off baking Sugar Cookies.  Mmm, Mmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPdF01XmxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nEgn-QK0eig/s1600-h/DSC02701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPdF01XmxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nEgn-QK0eig/s320/DSC02701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766684458851090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was on to her final day of pony camp.   This annual week of pony camp is a week of heaven for her.  Oh, how she wants a pony!  And Oh, how we just aren't gonna get one.  But, we are looking into various horse-y options for her for the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPckO72w7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JXCFDqlc7go/s1600-h/DSC02719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPckO72w7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JXCFDqlc7go/s320/DSC02719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766107349828530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final, ultimate moment of the camp, the pony parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPdfuyjYuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rHXETXenAVA/s1600-h/DSC02722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPdfuyjYuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rHXETXenAVA/s320/DSC02722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229767129513026274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the purple feather boa, don't you?  She's always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was slowly coming out as it went down this evening, and we're hoping for a sunny weekend.  My mother in law has interestingly and generously invited me to go shopping with her at Nordy's tomorrow for new undies.  I know!  How did she know I am in serious need of an upgrade in that department.   So, I'm off to go underwear shopping with my mother in law tomorrow.  Now, how often do you get to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm taking middle girl to the craft store to get some new yarn.  She's become quite a knitter this summer, so she needs to reload her stash.  Maybe I'll get some fabric for those projects I linked you to yesterday.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8058711357501020482?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8058711357501020482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8058711357501020482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8058711357501020482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8058711357501020482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-girls-perfect-day.html' title='Big Girl&apos;s Perfect Day'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJPdF01XmxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nEgn-QK0eig/s72-c/DSC02701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4887292520006517008</id><published>2008-07-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:14:11.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJJ-1X00r1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0GJmgtlR1HM/s1600-h/DSC02599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJJ-1X00r1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0GJmgtlR1HM/s320/DSC02599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229381572724305746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy took to the patio again today to master his latest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJJ__0JB6bI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tYg_fMzcTZk/s1600-h/DSC02607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJJ__0JB6bI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tYg_fMzcTZk/s320/DSC02607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229382851635571122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKAwBnk5DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Y5RlB-nQWE8/s1600-h/DSC02608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKAwBnk5DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Y5RlB-nQWE8/s320/DSC02608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229383679887074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one didn't turn out so well.  Hmmmm, what's wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKBa0RWgDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I5pzIjsiy20/s1600-h/DSC02598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKBa0RWgDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I5pzIjsiy20/s320/DSC02598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229384415038570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did that stop him?  NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKCNPA7lyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CqpAkPQeH0Q/s1600-h/DSC02612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKCNPA7lyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CqpAkPQeH0Q/s320/DSC02612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385281210914594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKDLiUI3MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_xhMa-nbk3U/s1600-h/DSC02611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKDLiUI3MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_xhMa-nbk3U/s320/DSC02611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229386351543639234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya, this kid is determined to do red hot peppers before the week is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not to be outdone, Middle Sis, had to show him how its done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKEoQ93R7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DEG-E3mvv2M/s1600-h/DSC02618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKEoQ93R7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DEG-E3mvv2M/s320/DSC02618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229387944614643634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!   This girl's got HOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKFWVX8zRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZaClV6FFzQI/s1600-h/DSC02620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKFWVX8zRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZaClV6FFzQI/s320/DSC02620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229388736071781650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has cute feet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKGOgv0eeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1c9Jt86U3o0/s1600-h/DSC02625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJKGOgv0eeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1c9Jt86U3o0/s320/DSC02625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229389701197363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly obsessed with my kids feet.  Not sure why, but I just want to squeeze 'em when I see  'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of projects I think are so, so cute, I may even try to make them myself.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cool &lt;a href="http://angrychicken.typepad.com/angry_chicken/2006/05/the_smock_is_do.html"&gt;smock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions for similar cool smock &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suzdeth/tags/tutorial/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this fun &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/Recipes%2DPatterns%2DInstructions/embroidery-stitches-for-sampler.pdf"&gt;sampler&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprildphillips.blogspot.com/2008/07/sqeezing-cherries.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh out loud, for real.  If you're squeamish about chicken hiney, you may want to pass on this one.  Read the first few comments too, which is between the blogger and her sister.  Tell me if you do not ROTFLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I woke up to the strangest sound.  I heard the voice of game show host Richard Dawson, saying his familiar "Survey SAYS?...CLANG!" It did put a smile on my face, which is always nice first thing in the morning, but I was a little puzzled.   And I wander out to find that my oldest has found the Game Show Channel, and she loves it!  So, we had fun discussing the lovely style of the 70's, and why on earth the ladies wore so much make up and had their hair "that way".  We don't do Hannah Montana or any of the other silly 'tween shows, so as far as TV goes, its pretty slim pickin's for the big girl.  I think having a 70's game show fan will be pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way!  TGIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4887292520006517008?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4887292520006517008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4887292520006517008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4887292520006517008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4887292520006517008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/jumping-beans.html' title='Jumping Beans'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJJ-1X00r1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0GJmgtlR1HM/s72-c/DSC02599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-514583373054024839</id><published>2008-07-30T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:08:41.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anything better than new shoes?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so let's just put it out there right away that I'm jealous of my 2 year old's new shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJFBuxZCnvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F4UAhY8ls84/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJFBuxZCnvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F4UAhY8ls84/s320/DSC02588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229032914142011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone would notice, but please ignore the different colored socks babygirl is sporting in this pic.  We have a mysterious phenomenon at our house where it is actually impossible to find 2 matching baby socks at the same time.  Not sure what's going on there.   Anyhoo, are these not the cutest shoes you've ever seen?  I love the Keen's that I have, but mine are green, not this perfect color of pink.  I would so wear these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any other photos to share today.  I've been in a bit of a slump lately I guess.  We've been running back and forth to horse camp for the past week and  half, and although the girls are having a total blast, I am completely off kilter with my schedule!  I feel totally behind, and well..slumpy.  I've let the kids watch too many videos, waiting to go to horse camp, and then waiting to leave to go pick up.  It always seems like an easy thing to do, but before long, I'm paying for it, with grumpy kids, which makes for grumpy me, especially when I get behind on my regular housework stuff.  Plus the weather has been chilly and drizzly, so we've been holed up inside which never helps.  SO, I've resolved that next week, once we get back to normal, and I get all caught up on laundry and whatever else needs to be done, will be a little to no TV week, spent mostly outdoors, if the weather cooperates.    Maybe we'll do another letterbox hunt, or another beach trip, or maybe just get all artsy and crafty at home.  We really need to get out of this little rut we're in.  I can't believe we only have about 4 weeks left of summer!  Its going so fast.  I have to admit I am feeling the first inklings of being ready for school and everything else to start again.  Soon, we'll be shopping for school supplies and clothes, and the joys (not) of soccer season will be upon us!    There's something so comforting about all that goes along with the coming of Fall.  On the other hand, its felt so Fall-like these past few days, I actually saw smoke coming out of people's chimney's on the way home yesterday!  I mean, I'm STARTING to feel ready, but I sure hope its not here already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...other things happening that hopefully I'll have pictures of soon...my boy is determined to learn how to jump rope.  He jumps himself silly, until he is completely sweaty and red in the face, but he's so happy!  I'm not sure my photos would do it justice anyway.  Its very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Another thing I hate to even mention its so sad...Mr. Nibbles, our brand new bunny...is....MISSING!!!  We discovered the terrible happening this evening when the girls went up to visit him and feed him.  :(   We are hoping and literally praying for his safe return in the morning.  We've actually had bunnies go missing and be found before so its not out of the question, but still, we're prepared for the worst.  Such is life in the woods, but I have 2 very sad girls tonight.  So, say a little prayer for Mr. Nibbles tonight if you see this, and I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-514583373054024839?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/514583373054024839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=514583373054024839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/514583373054024839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/514583373054024839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-anything-better-than-new-shoes.html' title='Is anything better than new shoes?'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SJFBuxZCnvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F4UAhY8ls84/s72-c/DSC02588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4998699338236158368</id><published>2008-07-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:34:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy is 5, and other cool stuff</title><content type='html'>5 years sure goes by fast.  I've just been going over the old baby pictures, and OH!  Be still my heart.  I am unbelievably blessed!  My kids are gorgeous!  If I do say so myself.  :)  I was looking for a few pics of my boy as he's grown over the past few years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgE_fh33dI/AAAAAAAAANY/6Zk2jckcdkw/s1600-h/Spring+03+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgE_fh33dI/AAAAAAAAANY/6Zk2jckcdkw/s320/Spring+03+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226432856405302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgFc1kyuII/AAAAAAAAANg/IwN5KZAuYus/s1600-h/march04+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgFc1kyuII/AAAAAAAAANg/IwN5KZAuYus/s320/march04+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226433360539334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a classic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgF2g5i-dI/AAAAAAAAANo/h1ckgMLFGuo/s1600-h/3kidsemail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgF2g5i-dI/AAAAAAAAANo/h1ckgMLFGuo/s320/3kidsemail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226433801665837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the first time he was aware of getting dressed up for Easter.  Somehow, I don't think he was happy with the outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his 3rd birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgGjH_DnbI/AAAAAAAAANw/7FJeLfMZs80/s1600-h/firemanLuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgGjH_DnbI/AAAAAAAAANw/7FJeLfMZs80/s320/firemanLuke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226434568072175026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his first fish, caught in a  tank at the sportsman show,  age 3 and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgHAUUVA7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/17xJsNLKZxM/s1600-h/DSC01703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgHAUUVA7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/17xJsNLKZxM/s320/DSC01703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226435069598827442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us messing around with Photo Booth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgHpq6DjLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FUCZETOE1wM/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgHpq6DjLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FUCZETOE1wM/s320/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226435780037282994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this kid gorgeous or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgIGGIfmBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-3qji8y4ves/s1600-h/DSC01719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgIGGIfmBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-3qji8y4ves/s320/DSC01719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226436268381935634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't seen nothing yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, newly 5....do you want a piece of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgJqMMVYCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GZgTecupziM/s1600-h/DSC02584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgJqMMVYCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GZgTecupziM/s320/DSC02584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226437987995574306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgKoEQ65pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZTl8bqN5gIw/s1600-h/DSC02583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgKoEQ65pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZTl8bqN5gIw/s320/DSC02583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226439051019216530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, introducing Electric Boy (he made this name up entirely himself), fearlessly defending the world against all kinds of evils, including wild chocolate labs, unsuspecting cats and a few surprised chickens!  He is seriously deep into a superhero phase.  Oh this boy!  He is really something else.  His imagination is incredible!  He spends nearly all of his playtime in costume (I think he spent his entire 3rd year in a Woody costume),  loves to play pretend most of all, loves blues guitar music, wrestling with Dad, and/or helping Dad build stuff around the house.  He likes to talk tough, but inside he is so sensitive.  He absolutely adores his baby sister.  He wonders about God, and asks good questions.  He likes to pray out loud.  The other night, the night of his birthday, this was his bedtime prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for my life.   Thank you for making me 5.  Thank you for all of the people.  Thank you Jesus that there's a Jesus.   Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this in the sweetest, smallest, sincere voice, I got all teary-eyed.  How deep is it that he thanked Jesus for creating himself?!  Try to get your head around that one for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  I love that kid to pieces.  Happy Birthday, Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, other happenings around here.  Look what I brought home from the farmers market last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgNrlHLA4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/fSgzcumvATU/s1600-h/DSC02557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgNrlHLA4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/fSgzcumvATU/s320/DSC02557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226442409911190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meant to pick up milk, bread, maybe some cheese.  But we saw this bunny, and I'm sorry, but how could we resist?  We had an empty rabbit hutch, and the girls had their own money, and I'm a pushover, so we add Mr. Nibbles to our little farm family.  Welcome Mr. Nibbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Girl is having a big week this week!  Its her week for pony camp, the highlight of the year for our big girls.  Biggest girl is having her turn next week.  But for now,  here is the lucky one to go first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgPGVugyOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kNfZvzjsdF8/s1600-h/DSC02574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgPGVugyOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kNfZvzjsdF8/s320/DSC02574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226443969149323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgP5rw8ypI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oIDumAo4utg/s1600-h/DSC02580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgP5rw8ypI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oIDumAo4utg/s320/DSC02580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444851238455954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got word that Grandma's taking the kids on Friday night, so that means hubby man and I get to go old school and see the X-Files movie that's opening this weekend!  Yep, we're both sci-fi dorks,  and the X-files is so old school "us", that we're both embarrassingly excited about our date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and get a load of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgQ8Ilh4EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yLEDBOwQGvM/s1600-h/DSC02585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgQ8Ilh4EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yLEDBOwQGvM/s320/DSC02585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226445992846549058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans on this the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd of July&lt;/span&gt;, I noticed this at the top of our cherry tree.   I'm usually kind of excited to see the colors start to turn.  And yet, today, in my sweatshirt and jeans, chilly, on this the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd of July&lt;/span&gt;, excited was not how I felt.  Grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I sure am thankful for everything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4998699338236158368?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4998699338236158368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4998699338236158368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4998699338236158368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4998699338236158368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boy-is-5-and-other-cool-stuff.html' title='My Boy is 5, and other cool stuff'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SIgE_fh33dI/AAAAAAAAANY/6Zk2jckcdkw/s72-c/Spring+03+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-992305077661552974</id><published>2008-07-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:36:05.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beachy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH6_nte4uRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QlIujAYHM4U/s1600-h/DSC02548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH6_nte4uRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QlIujAYHM4U/s320/DSC02548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823306741299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, summer is in full swing around here, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I must savor every moment of it that I can, for summer can be a fleeting thing here in the Northwest.   But for now, we are enjoying all the summer moments we can, including this our first trip to the beach!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, its actually not the first trip to the beach, as you can plainly see from my last camping post.  But this is our first SWIMMING trip to the beach, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, its not actually the beach, its at a lake, not too far from here.  But still!  Its summer at its best, and we plan to do it several times before its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few highlights of the day...(the biggest girl, conspicuously absent from the pictures, was very busy swimming, too busy for pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7SQbnfxwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qe7ECbHpTWw/s1600-h/DSC02541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7SQbnfxwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qe7ECbHpTWw/s320/DSC02541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843797529511682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7UEk6DC2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/My7Y1DBfe_Y/s1600-h/DSC02539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7UEk6DC2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/My7Y1DBfe_Y/s320/DSC02539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223845792888064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7VvWpPa7I/AAAAAAAAANA/pEChYZOzBAg/s1600-h/DSC02544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7VvWpPa7I/AAAAAAAAANA/pEChYZOzBAg/s320/DSC02544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223847627305479090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7XMt7s4RI/AAAAAAAAANI/Wb2fywwkNYI/s1600-h/DSC02546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7XMt7s4RI/AAAAAAAAANI/Wb2fywwkNYI/s320/DSC02546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223849231284756754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7X2IMI3SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/J7sqCnGJIGY/s1600-h/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH7X2IMI3SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/J7sqCnGJIGY/s320/DSC02545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223849942707658018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-992305077661552974?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/992305077661552974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=992305077661552974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/992305077661552974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/992305077661552974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-beachy.html' title='Just Beachy'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SH6_nte4uRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QlIujAYHM4U/s72-c/DSC02548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6446768359531946075</id><published>2008-07-13T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:00:34.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Out</title><content type='html'>Well, we're back from our wonderful weekend of camping!  We went to the Olympic National Forest, and it was sooo beautiful and wonderful, peaceful and refreshing.  The kids did great, the weather was perfect, 75 during the day, 50 at night.  We found a great little campground, near the Elwha river, which was full, but luckily full of quiet-loving families.  It was a good first-time experience, since there was still a fairly nice bathroom available, but the national park was so beautiful, we still felt like we were "away from it all".  I can't believe its so close to us, and I've never been there!  We go to Colorado once every couple of years for similar scenery and experiences, and this is just around the corner.  We took the ferry over, and then just a couple hours drive and we were there.  Snow capped mountains,  rivers and even the ocean all within a mile or two of the campground.   The kids were so happy and content, and everyone's asking when we get to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our little home away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHra4-7OdpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qZotzaJtkwE/s1600-h/DSC02523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHra4-7OdpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qZotzaJtkwE/s320/DSC02523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222727390388450962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up camp, we cooked up some hot dogs, and of course, S'Mores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrbwkdpr5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3hFEw1OYeAU/s1600-h/DSC02482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrbwkdpr5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3hFEw1OYeAU/s320/DSC02482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222728345357758354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrmF-tQTqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gYAyIZRyCAQ/s1600-h/DSC02484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrmF-tQTqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gYAyIZRyCAQ/s320/DSC02484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739708296056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrcsK_CHBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zTD3SICOz2o/s1600-h/DSC02485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrcsK_CHBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zTD3SICOz2o/s320/DSC02485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222729369310600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrjv5XMN-I/AAAAAAAAALw/AVvOe67jbm4/s1600-h/DSC02489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrjv5XMN-I/AAAAAAAAALw/AVvOe67jbm4/s320/DSC02489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737129880958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered around the campfire 'til the sun went down (1o:00 or so around these parts), and called it a night.  Then we got up bright and early, had a yummy campfire breakfast, and then went hiking on this great little trail around a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrdTt4k2sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zeOJhf-DjUk/s1600-h/DSC02500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrdTt4k2sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zeOJhf-DjUk/s320/DSC02500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222730048693656258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrey6sEW6I/AAAAAAAAALA/viBh4FVWp9k/s1600-h/DSC02498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrey6sEW6I/AAAAAAAAALA/viBh4FVWp9k/s320/DSC02498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222731684218428322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time beach combing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrfv_Mw2VI/AAAAAAAAALI/dOFRtfWFpUc/s1600-h/DSC02504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrfv_Mw2VI/AAAAAAAAALI/dOFRtfWFpUc/s320/DSC02504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732733401323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrgZPvhH2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/jx6-D0G8Od8/s1600-h/DSC02513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrgZPvhH2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/jx6-D0G8Od8/s320/DSC02513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733442216697698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrhFIQaQsI/AAAAAAAAALY/Og2fPZrFIO4/s1600-h/DSC02511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrhFIQaQsI/AAAAAAAAALY/Og2fPZrFIO4/s320/DSC02511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222734196121420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrh1UhJ4sI/AAAAAAAAALg/H31rUM9e9wQ/s1600-h/DSC02510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrh1UhJ4sI/AAAAAAAAALg/H31rUM9e9wQ/s320/DSC02510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222735024046596802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to the campsite to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHridWm7sEI/AAAAAAAAALo/oKvn3pYnQ58/s1600-h/DSC02528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHridWm7sEI/AAAAAAAAALo/oKvn3pYnQ58/s320/DSC02528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222735711802470466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrkz92sc9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QoTMvTSa5QE/s1600-h/DSC02527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrkz92sc9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QoTMvTSa5QE/s320/DSC02527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222738299317941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrnFPhjpsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FIl5rDhC6B4/s1600-h/DSC02529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrnFPhjpsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FIl5rDhC6B4/s320/DSC02529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222740795142153922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out, playing in the woods around the campsite, had another good night's sleep, and woke up early this morning, made campfire pancakes and ate them in the chilly morning air, then packed up and came home to recover!  I am so, so happy that it all went well.  I really want our family to get more outdoorsy, enjoying this beautiful part of the world we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple more parting shots that pretty much sum up the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrovQPqhCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AQ31TOVg_Dw/s1600-h/DSC02479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrovQPqhCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AQ31TOVg_Dw/s320/DSC02479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222742616401675298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrphkU1-qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Np5R2Nofayg/s1600-h/DSC02531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHrphkU1-qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Np5R2Nofayg/s320/DSC02531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222743480785566370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6446768359531946075?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6446768359531946075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6446768359531946075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6446768359531946075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6446768359531946075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-out.html' title='Camping Out'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHra4-7OdpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qZotzaJtkwE/s72-c/DSC02523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-7131915435106442325</id><published>2008-07-09T20:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:15:17.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been so long since I posted!  We had a great 4th of July!  We went to a big BBQ at our good friends house, lots of kids, lots of food, and a great view of our town's fireworks display, right from their backyard.  The kids ranging in age from toddlers to young teenagers played together, swimming, capture the flag, you name it, until the sun went down, and the fireworks started.  It was the first time our kids have ever seen fireworks, since we've always had a baby who wouldn't appreciate the late hour or the noise.  The looks on their faces was a look of total awe and joy.  It was just a perfect summer moment, good friends gathered around the campfire, roasting marshmallows as the sun went down, then all of us gathered together, looking West as the fireworks began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the zoo this weekend, which we haven't been to in years!  It was a great day weather wise, temperature just right, and the kids had fun seeing all the animals.  We've spent lots of time in our giant "baby pool", and lots of time at the park.  This weekend, we're going camping for the first time as family!  Hopefully, everyone will take to the great outdoors and we'll have a great time!  I'll have pictures and a full report coming up next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, enjoy these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing in my wildflower garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWJD-bKvEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n9RVA3T9DsU/s1600-h/DSC02467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWJD-bKvEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n9RVA3T9DsU/s320/DSC02467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221230044395519042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying new things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWJq17wc7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qvBLXdd4AbQ/s1600-h/DSC02456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWJq17wc7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qvBLXdd4AbQ/s320/DSC02456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221230712131187634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWKIc8f_3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/d8ElPLiADEg/s1600-h/DSC02459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWKIc8f_3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/d8ElPLiADEg/s320/DSC02459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231220819492722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWKnTofGfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JdVtqTenwRY/s1600-h/DSC02462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWKnTofGfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JdVtqTenwRY/s320/DSC02462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231750895573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Summer Moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWLUaA9cyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Rumsd2Xb578/s1600-h/100_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWLUaA9cyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Rumsd2Xb578/s320/100_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221232525702951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWMFwGHc7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_5yZBSajKUw/s1600-h/DSC02472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWMFwGHc7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_5yZBSajKUw/s320/DSC02472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221233373443748786" 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/3584594265744768408-7131915435106442325?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7131915435106442325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=7131915435106442325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7131915435106442325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7131915435106442325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun_09.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SHWJD-bKvEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n9RVA3T9DsU/s72-c/DSC02467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-7370662362795498451</id><published>2008-07-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:12:03.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It</title><content type='html'>Ok, well Anna tagged me over on her blog (Along Griffin Creek, see sidebar), so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?  Living in Issaquah in a great little one bedroom apartment with my hubby, no kids!  Hard to remember what that was like!  I was a nanny for a great family in Redmond, hubby was working as a finish carpenter in Bellevue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are/were 5 things on my list of things to do today?&lt;br /&gt;1)Take the girls to swimming lessons&lt;br /&gt;2)Clean the house "extra good"..got the folks coming in town tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;3)Trim/Deadhead flowers in flower beds, hanging baskets.&lt;br /&gt;4)Read aloud to the big girls during naptime.&lt;br /&gt;5)Make everyone's favorite "healthy" nachos for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 snacks I enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;1)chips n' guacamole with peach salsa&lt;br /&gt;2)Pro Bars Berry flavor&lt;br /&gt;3)Oreos&lt;br /&gt;4)Smoothies&lt;br /&gt;5)Twizzlers...very occasionally, but they are yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;1)Build a big house with a couple of guest houses for my family to come visit, along with horses, and an organic farm too boot.&lt;br /&gt;2)College/Investments for all the kids in our family&lt;br /&gt;3)Support as many missionaries as possible who are working in countries violently opposed to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;4)Building wells for clean water for places that need it all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;5)Just help as many people as possible in whatever way they need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvania OH, Lawrence KS,  Ann Arbor MI, Yardley, PA, Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've had?&lt;br /&gt;Clerk at a Hallmark Store, waitress at a nursing home dining room, retail at American Eagle, Preschool Teacher, Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Habits?&lt;br /&gt;Chips N'Guac N' Peach Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Nail Biting (ugh)&lt;br /&gt;Does doing laundry count?  (how 'bout NOT doing laundry...which results in me doing laundry..you can see how this becomes a habit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest goals for what's nearest and dearest to you?&lt;br /&gt;1)Honestly, after over analyzing my parenting do's and don'ts  for years, it just comes down to loving everybody more.  Really loving them!&lt;br /&gt;2)Being more involved in DOING things, rather than just learning, reading, wishing about them.  In the community (Sustainable Carnation group), learning new skills and making new friends in the Farmgirls group, being "out there" with the kids, camping, hiking, crafting, being creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Since I don't have too many other friends who actually have a blog...I tag YOU!  Anyone reading this...put it on your blog if you have one,  or put it in my comments section.  I'd love to hear from all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Anna!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-7370662362795498451?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7370662362795498451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=7370662362795498451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7370662362795498451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7370662362795498451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8339228596618706412</id><published>2008-06-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:47:02.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven....I'm in Heaven....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you hear that old tune?  Its running through my head several times a day these days.  Summer has finally arrived here in the Northwest, and I like it!  I like it A LOT!  I had a perfectly dreamy weekend, starting out Friday going on a letterbox hunt with my friend Anna and her kids.  So we had 7 kids with us, ages 5 mos to 8 yrs on our little hunt.  What's &lt;a href="http://www.atlasquest.com/boxes/results.html?gTypeId=2;gStatus=9;gCoord=47.64717,-121.91396;gLocation=Carnation;gTitle=Carnation%2C+WA%2C+US"&gt;letterbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atlasquest.com/boxes/results.html?gTypeId=2;gStatus=9;gCoord=47.64717,-121.91396;gLocation=Carnation;gTitle=Carnation%2C+WA%2C+US"&gt;xing &lt;/a&gt;you say?  Well, its pretty cool.  Folks who want to play this game all across the country have hidden these little boxes in various nooks and crannies in the woods and around town, and then posted their hunt and clues on the web, so any seekers, can find the little box.  Then you rubber stamp and sign the little guest book they have in there to proclaim that you are now part of the brave hunters who have found that box.  We went way too far at first, and one of my big girls got into a patch of nettles (ouch), but we persevered and were victorious in finding the hidden box!   It was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let me backtrack!  I received my new favorite book from my very favorite author, my hero, my mentor...&lt;a href="http://shopping.maryjanesfarm.org/s.nl/it.A/id.1731/.f"&gt;MaryJanes new Outpost book&lt;/a&gt;!  Talk about dreamy!  Oh my goodness!  If you have kids, and/or if you want to be more outdoorsy but don't know where to start, or if you want to start treating yourself better with more fun, adventure and beauty in your life, you must get this book!  It is a little slice of heaven itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the weekend.  The big girls and I went strawberry picking at our local Strawberry farm on Saturday.  The girls were dying with heat at 10:30 when it hit a whopping 75 already!  LOL.  Anyone outside of the northwest knows this is not even close to being hot, but if you were born here, this is pushing the upper limit of the acceptable temperature level of 68-75.  I was loving it.  We picked 2 flats of berries, and I just savored every moment watching them pick (and eat), the gorgeous sunshine, the smell of the fields.  Aaaaaaah....Then, we went over to a gal's house from the Farmgirls group, and she taught us how to make the most yummy jam ever and also how to can it.  Canning and jam making is something I've been threatening to do for a few years now, but for some reason have been totally intimidated by it!  Seeing someone else do it made it a lot easier.  So, I spent most of my Sunday in the kitchen (thank goodness for air conditioning...it was 95 outside!), making strawberry and strawberry-rhubarb jam, a strawberry rhubarb pie, and strawberry sorbet!  Yee Haw, I AM a domestic goddess aren't I?  Seriously though, I loved being busy in the kitchen really putting that strawberry harvest to work rather than get moldy on the counter like we do most years after we over pick, and then I'm too scared to make jam and can it!  I kept thinking of all the women who came before me who just did this as a regular part of life.  It was so satisfying to know that I am "putting up" the harvest for the Fall.  How good is it going to be on a cold, rainy morning to be using that yummy jam and remember that hot weekend in June when we made it?  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of shots from the photographic debut of big girl #2 (on the blog at least).  I am constantly amazed at what these guys come up with on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmmHQqr6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l-kHPHE0JhM/s1600-h/DSC02418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmmHQqr6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l-kHPHE0JhM/s320/DSC02418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884286948731282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?  She said she wanted the berry to be the center of the flower she had drawn.   Cool beans, man.  And here's another one by the same big girl 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmmzUPBFGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSs0ezRzkdg/s1600-h/DSC02429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmmzUPBFGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSs0ezRzkdg/s320/DSC02429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217885043820663906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that gorgeous or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then check out what big girl 1 made for dinner tonight.  One of her chores this year is going to be making dinner once a week, and this is what she chose tonight, from the Spatulatta kids cookbook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmnr1d1E6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6QMpsXQPenY/s1600-h/DSC02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmnr1d1E6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6QMpsXQPenY/s320/DSC02451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217886014813836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's one hot dog, isn't it?  There's a "pig in a blanket" type thing going on in the body part.  She had fun making them, and we had fun eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how I am feeling these days...(never mind the wrinkles please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmokMgeTTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YddkkF1aUEg/s1600-h/DSC02446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmokMgeTTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YddkkF1aUEg/s320/DSC02446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217886983071616306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully into my eye, you can see the photographer reflected back at you.  Cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8339228596618706412?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8339228596618706412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8339228596618706412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8339228596618706412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8339228596618706412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/06/heavenim-in-heaven.html' title='Heaven....I&apos;m in Heaven....'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGmmHQqr6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l-kHPHE0JhM/s72-c/DSC02418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-711250520488317713</id><published>2008-06-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:17:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Melted When...</title><content type='html'>....I saw this bowl of strawberries from our very own garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB6Ir1JMsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lwuqG7jI__M/s1600-h/DSC02396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB6Ir1JMsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lwuqG7jI__M/s320/DSC02396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302658118202050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I found this picture on my camera, by the biggest girl.  She has an incredibly artistic eye.   She likes to take the camera out during her free time, and I'm always amazed at what I find later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB7UrNb71I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qw6sE7MssY4/s1600-h/DSC02383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB7UrNb71I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qw6sE7MssY4/s320/DSC02383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215303963621715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the girls picked these wildflowers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB8YNoB5yI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EmjJ09-0hXQ/s1600-h/DSC02369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB8YNoB5yI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EmjJ09-0hXQ/s320/DSC02369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215305123911296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I saw this, instead of TV watching, on a summer's afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB-R0k7UQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZxPd426vLzc/s1600-h/DSC02388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB-R0k7UQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZxPd426vLzc/s320/DSC02388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215307213131436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB91fRQPyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4iP-s3Cl4pw/s1600-h/DSC02387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB91fRQPyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4iP-s3Cl4pw/s320/DSC02387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215306726375440162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when they all came in, one by one, until we had quite a pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGCAi55txfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2R5rVzhDglc/s1600-h/DSC02390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGCAi55txfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2R5rVzhDglc/s320/DSC02390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215309705641838066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing, was the photographer herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGCBQXTjggI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hETJ4djMbRE/s1600-h/DSC02379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGCBQXTjggI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hETJ4djMbRE/s320/DSC02379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215310486628958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when I heard the hushed sound of the biggest girl reading to the next biggest girl after I had kissed them goodnight.  And it just about burst when I heard the same "next biggest girl" reading to her big sister.  If only I could somehow capture moments like that for you all too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-711250520488317713?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/711250520488317713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=711250520488317713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/711250520488317713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/711250520488317713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-melted-when.html' title='My Heart Melted When...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SGB6Ir1JMsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lwuqG7jI__M/s72-c/DSC02396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-508575019436429033</id><published>2008-06-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:51:54.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days worth of happy things</title><content type='html'>Well, we're crawling out from under the rock of baby having the stomach flu, AND Dad having something like the stomach flu, but much, much worse! 4 days of "symptoms", horrible abdominal pain, and Dad on the couch or in bed all the time.   Poor guy!  He's on the mend now, but it did put a damper on our Father's day plans.  :(   Still, we've had lots of good moments lately too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how Sunday morning started out...snuggles on the couch with sisters and brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnZSxfI3bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w7jQG2qeChc/s1600-h/DSC02329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnZSxfI3bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w7jQG2qeChc/s320/DSC02329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436960202874290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she doesn't look it, but babygirl is about to throw up in about 2 minutes after this moment.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, moving on to other happy moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was out and it was warm, so some people used our little water table to cool off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnaoDQDemI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i7AndR3EtNI/s1600-h/DSC02339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnaoDQDemI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i7AndR3EtNI/s320/DSC02339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213438425260325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was happening, this was happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnbaEN_afI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lYK6qW_boiM/s1600-h/DSC02346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnbaEN_afI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lYK6qW_boiM/s320/DSC02346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213439284513565170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the dog, noticing what's going on.  This is our duck.  He's totally obnoxious.  He thinks he's quite the ladies man with our flock of 5 hens, and he hits on them relentlessly if you know what I mean.  He may have to go.   3 of them aren't laying eggs anymore, they are so stressed out by his constant attempts to pick them up!  Remember Pepe Le-Peu the skunk from Bugs Bunny, relentlessly pursuing the poor little kitty/skunk?  Well, he's the duck version of him.  He's actually giving himself a bath in the dogs bowl.  Here he is when he's all finished primping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFndD1GaatI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KhBOBFLOFD8/s1600-h/DSC02341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFndD1GaatI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KhBOBFLOFD8/s320/DSC02341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213441101521382098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."  "I make this look gooooood."  "Don't hate the play-a, hate the game"   I'm sure he's thinking at least one of these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after dinner, it was such a beautiful evening, I took the kids on a walk/bike ride.  It was sunny, but I was still wearing a sweater.  Hmph.  I won't complain though, since the air was just a bit crisp, and the air had that summery, forest smell that we all just love.  Here it is from my point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnfLg9juVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CkJCQ7i4jeY/s1600-h/DSC02355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnfLg9juVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CkJCQ7i4jeY/s320/DSC02355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213443432577743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFngGaWF6UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BkAKmHSywlY/s1600-h/DSC02354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFngGaWF6UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BkAKmHSywlY/s320/DSC02354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213444444413880642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnhFDlmKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xeAYzT9KV6Q/s1600-h/DSC02349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnhFDlmKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xeAYzT9KV6Q/s320/DSC02349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213445520636651970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped it off with some rock throwing into the creek, one of the boy's favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFniptJiSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RlCs0ly4DAA/s1600-h/DSC02358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFniptJiSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RlCs0ly4DAA/s320/DSC02358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213447249780165234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't complain about the neighborhood either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnjh2VaX2I/AAAAAAAAAII/MdgW3Czs4GE/s1600-h/DSC02353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnjh2VaX2I/AAAAAAAAAII/MdgW3Czs4GE/s320/DSC02353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213448214318571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.  The past few days for us.  School's out for one, the other out tomorrow.  We found out who our teachers will be next year, and everybody's got who they wanted!  yay!  We even found out that my friend &lt;a href="http://alonggriffincreek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;'s girl will be in class with my girl next year!  Another yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out summer, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-508575019436429033?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/508575019436429033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=508575019436429033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/508575019436429033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/508575019436429033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-days-worth-of-happy-things.html' title='A few days worth of happy things'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFnZSxfI3bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w7jQG2qeChc/s72-c/DSC02329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8318017820042815569</id><published>2008-06-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:41:15.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another week done, many more blessings. The girls have just 3 more days of school, and then its summertime!  Though you wouldn't know it by the weather.  It hadn't cracked 60 at all in the past couple of weeks, except for a few hours late yesterday afternoon and this afternoon.  *sigh*   I do remember often feelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g rather impatient with the Northwest weather every June, but this is ridiculous!  I was going to post a picture of the wool sweater I was wearing for most of the week, but didn't get to it.  So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;magine my favorite hot pink turtleneck cableknit wool sweater being worn around this week, when it should be deeply buried in my closet!  I'm not bitter....much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm reading another fabulous book, "The Quotidian Mysteries", subtitled Laundry, Liturgy, and Women's Work by Kathleen Norris, an author I've loved for her realistic, thoughtful essays about finding her spiritual path back to the church in her 30's.  Quotidian  basically means dailiness, ordinary, menial, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a wonderful little book, just 108 pages long but full of deep wisdom.  I find myself wanting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; underline whole sections of the book, and then I realize its really just the whole book I want to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  She talks about finding God through the rituals of daily, ordinary living, that in fact, He is speaking through these very things, wanting us to find him there.   That we all can  sometimes battle "acedia", spoken of by monks for ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nturies, or the feeling of listlessness, despair or simply annoyance and resentm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ent of the daily tasks of life, and yet we can find our greatest peace by simply embracing these moments as a kind of liturgy for our lives.  I think so many moms ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ttle th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is everyday, the feelings of why am I cleaning the house when its only going to get dirty again in 5 minutes, or the resentment at the ever present laundry pile.  Anyway, its another book I highly recommend!  I got it from my library and its a short book, but I find myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lingering over it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; really wanting to soak it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some pictures I found on my camera after giving the eldest daughter a turn...another photographer in the making!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNGeOjSwxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M1V8D2Mektc/s1600-h/DSC02326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNGeOjSwxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M1V8D2Mektc/s320/DSC02326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211586678913942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNHKGC_u4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nk9sBQfNOg4/s1600-h/DSC02323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNHKGC_u4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nk9sBQfNOg4/s320/DSC02323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211587432545237890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNIU9pQx4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u8DyTGw06QM/s1600-h/DSC02324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNIU9pQx4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u8DyTGw06QM/s320/DSC02324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211588718780008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a handsome fella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And the 2nd eldest daughter has lost her first tooth this morning which met with squeals of joy after days and days of asking how much longer til it comes out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNJMmvTtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_PTeF-CBRuQ/s1600-h/DSC02327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNJMmvTtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_PTeF-CBRuQ/s320/DSC02327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211589674704025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kicked off the weekend tonight by making homemade pizza and watching "The Water Horse", which was a lot like Free Willy except, you know, it was a loch ness monster instead.  Still the kids enjoyed it, and the pizza was yummy.  Tomorrow we're going to Fall City Days, a little street fair at the little town down the road from our little town.  The girls and I are getting haircuts for our girls day at the beauty salon, and then the biggest has her choir recital tomorrow night.  Sunday, Dad's day, we'll have a super good extra yummy breakfast, probably a hike, and then Dad's favorite lasagna for dinner.  Mmm, mmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-8318017820042815569?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8318017820042815569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8318017820042815569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8318017820042815569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8318017820042815569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SFNGeOjSwxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M1V8D2Mektc/s72-c/DSC02326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-935017039089706036</id><published>2008-06-04T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:59:40.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photographer is Born</title><content type='html'>And it isn't me...I decided to give the boy a few minutes with the camera the other day, thinking it would give him some creative time not having to do with a Superman costume, and maybe it would keep him busy on a rainy day for at least a few minutes.  Little did I know, he was about to discover a new obsession!  Here is some of his best work, so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEivcDRv7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8z3t7ldHxW0/s1600-h/DSC02115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEivcDRv7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8z3t7ldHxW0/s320/DSC02115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208605865504927122" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEiv8NiLpPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HARbJpxlzMI/s1600-h/DSC02125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEiv8NiLpPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HARbJpxlzMI/s320/DSC02125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208606418014020850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEiwchruIiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u_m-PcKmbBQ/s1600-h/DSC02135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEiwchruIiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u_m-PcKmbBQ/s320/DSC02135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208606973178552866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEixBiPvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ga2Ksrmy7cQ/s1600-h/DSC02164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEixBiPvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ga2Ksrmy7cQ/s320/DSC02164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208607608984791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEixk1StXwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UE7Jbey4XgU/s1600-h/DSC02222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEixk1StXwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UE7Jbey4XgU/s320/DSC02222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208608215392935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, eh?  He has taken so many, its kinda funny.  He's woken up the past few days asking if he can start taking pictures!  Today we went on a photographic ABC scavenger hunt, you know A for apple, B for books, C for couch..I'll spare you the all the pictures, but it was really fun, and he was into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking through the implications of the book I told you about, The Irresistible Revolution.  Wow.  I finished it the other night, and I think it may have changed my life.  Seriously.  I am seeing what Jesus really said with fresh eyes, and my mind is kind of reeling with the fact that I am going to have to change my mind and behavior in lots of ways.  I'm excited to read the author's next book "Jesus for President", to see what he else he's got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a couple of new links in my favorite places.  Check 'em out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-935017039089706036?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/935017039089706036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=935017039089706036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/935017039089706036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/935017039089706036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/06/photographer-is-born.html' title='A Photographer is Born'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SEivcDRv7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8z3t7ldHxW0/s72-c/DSC02115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4476275749731191729</id><published>2008-05-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:57:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time.  I keep forgetting this week for some reason.   Not much new to report though I am thinking about things deeply these days, as some of you know, as usual.  An interesting thing happened at the sustainability meeting the other night. During the course of conversation, it came up that "even a Republican candidate Mr. So and So is talking about making changes if he's elected regarding taking better care of the environment" which met with skeptical laughter and eye rolling.   I thought I should probably reveal myself as a rogue Republican before they said something they would be embarrassed about once they found they were in mixed company!  It didn't offend me at all, and these are all very good people, and they were embarrassed and profusely apologized.  But then we all thought, how sad that is that I had to "declare myself", and how we all felt awkward about it, and they realized they have some biases, and I went home not too proud of a lot of what my party approves of, or dismisses as "leftist".  I understood where their skeptism came from and feel badly.  Its the same when I tell people I'm a Christian.  I know that lots of images and sterotypes must flash through their minds, lots of them negative unfortunately,  but hopefully they already know enough about me to know "I'm not like that".  But really, I can't blame 'em for having a knee jerk reaction to it at times.  After all, its always the crazy ones that get the attention on TV.   I mean, can Republicans really think that Jesus would have been one?  On the other hand, I don't think he would have been a Democrat either.   So?  Where does that leave someone like me who actually wants to know "WWJD"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept thinking, well, how weird it is that the country is so divided supposedly, but that isn't really my reality in day to day living.  I see people really wanting the same things, to rebuild (or build for the first time) a real community, to see their kids grow up feeling loved, safe and supported for who they are, and to operate in freedom.  Yes, of course there are differences within all that, and different ideas on how to get these goals accomplished.   The leader of our group emailed and said how wonderful it would be to get a dialogue going about this very topic, about how at the core, REAL everyday people, actually do have a lot of similarities.  Could we actually sit down and talk about it?  Joke about it?  Accept that neither "side" has all the answers, but that a local community probably could figure it out in a way they never will in the media or in DC?  Its a great idea, but I'm afraid that it would be hard to only focus on common goals.  I'm sure there'd be a couple of yahoos from both sides who would turn it into a debate and ruin it.  But, by forming actual friendships, and slowly forming common goals and plans, maybe not in a group situation for a planned discussion where its easier to become "us and them" again and not just "me and you", we could make actual progress in getting past this growing cultural divide and DO something to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a fabulous book. See it in my sidebar "The Irresistible Revolution".   Its so good.  It touches something inside me that wants the world to really see what true Christianity is supposed to be, and not all the weird stuff that the church has turned into, and all the bad examples that get all the attention.  It makes me question my own little suburban world of comfort, which I am very thankful for by the way.  Still, maybe I shouldn't be TOO comfortable.  Same with the "Don't Waste Your Life" book.  Good, very thought provoking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking a lot about labels, and how weird they are.  I don't get it why being a blessing to the environment seems to get the hackles up of the people on the "right" a lot of times, when its just being a good steward of what God gave us.   I just think if we all learn to take better care of ourselves and each other in a personal way,  instead of relying on "the system" we would all be so much better off, and so many of the world's problems would be lessened.  How can that be a left or right thing?  Why don't people get that?  Actually, I think PEOPLE do, but somehow the powers that be, be it media, politicians, or "they" whoever "they" are don't, can't.  I'm telling ya, its all gonna come down to the whole "act local" thing.  Just do it folks!   Be a blessing to your community!  Be the change we want to see, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all soap boxy now.  Sorry.  God is stirring something in me, and many others.  Anyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4476275749731191729?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4476275749731191729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4476275749731191729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4476275749731191729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4476275749731191729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-6609213903091863420</id><published>2008-05-24T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:15:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>Today was lovely.  The sun was back, so the girls and I finished planting the hanging baskets.  My hubby mowed the entire lawn and even reclaimed some new areas and came in thoroughly exhausted.  The lawn looks great!  Ready for the BBQ planned for Monday, where we may have 26 people! (from only 4 families!)  Let's hope it doesn't rain.  Our house is pretty small for 26 people when it rains.   Our house is pretty small for 6 people when its sunny.  We went to church, and heard a great sermon, about what it means to abide in Jesus, and the promise of a fruitful life when we do, and the fact that we can do nothing without him.  He is the vine, we are the branches, and pruning should be expected.   Remember, gardeners, pruning is a good, good thing, but it sometimes ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while toodling around with the camera today, I got this pic of my middlin' girl.  She was just so striking in this moment, just playing near our swingset, I had to take a pause.  She's fun and open, sparkly and sassy, up for anything in both good and bad ways.  She plays a pretty mean violin for a 6 year old.  I like her a whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDkAL4k72MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/--JRryfGZi8/s1600-h/DSC02086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDkAL4k72MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/--JRryfGZi8/s320/DSC02086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204191048569182402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a fabulous weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-6609213903091863420?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6609213903091863420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=6609213903091863420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6609213903091863420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/6609213903091863420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-girl.html' title='Beautiful girl'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDkAL4k72MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/--JRryfGZi8/s72-c/DSC02086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4728325919708930024</id><published>2008-05-22T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:38:00.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDYy2TeYcRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yVYHYrHjX4I/s1600-h/DSC02067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDYy2TeYcRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yVYHYrHjX4I/s320/DSC02067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402327995216146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we carved out some creativity time.  It was great to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDYzYranNeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TAXVsvBf78o/s1600-h/DSC02059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDYzYranNeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TAXVsvBf78o/s320/DSC02059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402918537410018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can resist this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDY0PiY-KUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ChAPN4kWAbs/s1600-h/DSC02052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDY0PiY-KUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ChAPN4kWAbs/s320/DSC02052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203403861007411522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those little dimples.  This kid is the best for just squeezing her all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.  We did a little painting, then the boy dove into a preschool workbook, and then we made some paper airplanes.  Then I spent the rest of the day avoiding getting hit by paper airplanes.  Which I did.  Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out really good.  But let me back up, to where it wasn't so good.  The boy had a nightmare at about 4:30.  Wonderful hubby got up and helped him calm down.  5 minutes later the boy was at our bedside, mumbling something about not being able to sleep without his baby sister, who at this point is still sleeping in her crib, next to his bed, like always.  He didn't believe us that she was still there, until Dad walked him back to show him.  Baby sister woke up of course, wanting some mommy time, loudly.  Dad talked her out of it, and she went back to sleep for about 30 minutes.  After that, she loudly wanted MOMMY time NOW.  So, I snuggled with her for 20 minutes or so, and put her back to bed.  5:45 now.   At 6:30, I am dead asleep, waking to the boy LOUDLY "asking" if he can get up now outside my door.  And very soon, I hear the big sisters giggling in their room, and baby sister wanting more mommy time.  Ugh.  I'm so not ready to get up.  So, I snuggle baby sister and the boy up on the couch together under a blanket, and let them watch The Wiggles, while I sneak back to bed for just a few more minutes.   The next thing I know, its 8:oo and they are wondering when I'm going to come out.  Oops.  Well, I come out to find that everyone has had breakfast already thanks to the oldest, and almost everyone is dressed and the chores are almost done.  Wowzers.  Guess I need to sleep in more often.    The big girls had hatched a plan to pool their allowances and get to school early so they could buy some things at the school book fair.  They even had planned to get something for their little brother to surprise him.  Moments like this wash over me like a big wave of relief that yes, I am on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these yummy &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/marlboro_mans_f/"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/a&gt; for dinner tonight, and they were a BIG hit with everyone.  Even baby sister wanted seconds, thirds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to order this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1590304713/?tag=soul01-20"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to subscribe to this &lt;a href="http://www.livingcrafts.com/"&gt;magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, we get another date night thanks to my fabulous mother in law volunteering to come over and babysit AGAIN.  Its our anniversary this weekend.  11 years goes by fast, and my how things change.  :)   I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.  I have so many things to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4728325919708930024?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4728325919708930024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4728325919708930024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4728325919708930024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4728325919708930024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDYy2TeYcRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yVYHYrHjX4I/s72-c/DSC02067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-4806741350668916427</id><published>2008-05-21T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:42:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't there something just hopeful and cozy about a basket full of yarn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDShj50K-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/-biWlgy_jVo/s1600-h/DSC02046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDShj50K-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/-biWlgy_jVo/s320/DSC02046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202961107706903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finally gotten the hang of knitting, and it just feels so good to be creating something, even when I'm just plopped on the couch.   I'm in the middle of my first real project, a really cute little bag that's coming along pretty well.  I guess we'll have to wait and see how it really turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an ordinary day.  Drizzly and on the cool side.  I am so ready for Summer!  We had 3 days of 80's last weekend, and now I'm hooked.  I want more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, as I've been browsing around the blog world, I'm getting so inspired by so many of you out there.  My goodness, you are so creative!   I need to quit thinking about being more creative with the kids, and just sit down and DO something creative with them.  My boy needs some serious "hands on" time.  He is very imaginative, but its mostly in the realm of costumes and sword fighting.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I just know that I've neglected putting those tools and time into our day to just let 'em have at it.  Last year, when we were homeschooling, it was kind of an automatic part of our day, "hands and brains" time we called it.  But, now that 2 of them are in school, I guess I've gotten lazy about it.  I need to find that balance between feeling like I need to do everything in a day, on a basic schedule and feeling guilty if I don't get it all done, and just a free for all keep the kids busy no matter what it is they're doing kind of day, including too much screen time.  I see lots of good books to review out there, and a big ole summer stretching out before me.  I'll try to incorporate more crafty, creative outdoor stuff this summer, and tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing me awake this morning, along with the sound of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;My baby's super close up smile first thing in the morning, as she tries to get me to open my eyes to look at her.  A smile first thing in the morning is a good thing.  Too bad I didn't have my camera right then.&lt;br /&gt;Knitting&lt;br /&gt;That all my loved ones are alive and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;The beginnings of a tan  (hey, they can't all be profound)&lt;br /&gt;Enough food in the pantry and money in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;That God has opened my heart and mind to his truth, and calls me his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-4806741350668916427?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4806741350668916427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=4806741350668916427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4806741350668916427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/4806741350668916427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/isnt-there-something-just-hopeful-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SDShj50K-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/-biWlgy_jVo/s72-c/DSC02046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-2328765521112241022</id><published>2008-05-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:40:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of my "day off", and it feels pretty great.  I adore my family, really I do, but I also adore days like these, when my fabulous mother in law takes the kids, and I get a day to do whatever.  Very unfortunately, hubby man has to work.  I'd rather hang out with him, but I do love to have these alone days.   I woke up thinking I might go for a hike with my sweet pup, Tess, but that bed, and the silent house was just too yummy to get up early.  So, I got up at the crack of nine, opened up the curtains to a sight not often seen on a northwest morning...a gorgeous blue sky!  It was kind of a magical moment as I made myself breakfast, in the totally quiet house, and went outside to eat and read a magazine on the patio.  The birds were singing, my chickens crowing about their impending daily labor pains, and of course, there was Tess, and the incessant dropping of the tennis ball at my feet.  Ahhhh...it was total bliss.    Then I packed myself off to the plant nursery, and went a little wild....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9QyZID_KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uTX041vMDUw/s1600-h/DSC01985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9QyZID_KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uTX041vMDUw/s320/DSC01985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201464921304595618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above went into my gardens today.   *sigh*  It was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9PGZID_II/AAAAAAAAAEo/CSylRALPrXY/s1600-h/DSC01989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9PGZID_II/AAAAAAAAAEo/CSylRALPrXY/s320/DSC01989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201463065878723714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Gerber Daisies.  Now I have some of my very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who have known me for a long time, might be a bit surprised by my self-titled "Crunchiness" that is creeping into my life.  I mean, I don't look so much like the "crunchy" type, though the more I live in the Northwest, the more it starts to creep into my style, if you can call my 30-something mom,  still trying to be somewhat hip, but not really style a style.    Still, no sandals and socks, or shorts when its 50 degrees for me. Although I did just have to buy my very first pair of reading glasses.  Of course, I had to buy the crunchy-chic kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9dmZID_LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ORMDW8cWWuk/s1600-h/DSC01998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9dmZID_LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ORMDW8cWWuk/s320/DSC01998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201479008797326514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so hip when I wear them.  And a little old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-hoo, Its been a journey to my discovery of these newly found passions.  I think it first started to dawn on me when I first became a mom, almost 9 years ago.  I realized as I went grocery shopping week after week, and cooked at least 3 times a day, everyday, that I am the only person in my family making the choices about what the people I love the most are going to eat.  Thankfully, they're not picky, and will pretty much eat whatever I put in front of them.   So, I let this sink in.  Then I realized that my choices literally have the chance to make or break their health.  Lengthen or shorten their lives, maybe.    Whoa.  I figured I oughta start paying attention to what is going into their mouths, so I started poking around online, learning more and more about whole foods cooking, and basic nutrition. I started out with the &lt;a href="http://www.suegregg.com/"&gt;Sue Gregg Cookbooks&lt;/a&gt;, which are fabulous, easy to use, family friendly recipes, kid and Dad approved, and it made the transition to whole foods pretty easy.    A whole lotta moms out there were talking a lot about the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nourishing-Traditions-Challenges-Politically-Dictocrats/dp/0967089735/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211061057&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Nourishing Traditions&lt;/a&gt; by Sally Fallon and the &lt;a href="http://www.westonaprice.org/"&gt;Weston A Price Foundation&lt;/a&gt;.  I learned all kinds of things that some of which I have put into practice, some things are still on my "to do" list.  So, cooking was my first step into the whole, healthy lifestyle thing.   Then, upon realizing how important my food choices were, I also realized I can do a lot more for their health by learning a bit about how to take care of them at home, mainly by learning how to boost their immune systems to avoid getting sick in the first place, and also how to take care of them when they do get sick, without carting them off to the Dr. for every sniffle.  Of all 4 kids, I think only 2 of them have ever been on antibiotics, once each.    &lt;a href="http://www.welltellme.com/"&gt; WellTellMe&lt;/a&gt;  is a great forum for all things related to natural health and nutrition.  In the course of browsing that site, I ran across someone mentioning &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.com/"&gt;MaryJanesFarm&lt;/a&gt;   I went over to that website, and was instantly transfixed.  Here was someone doing everything I wanted to do, and so much more, and doing it with such grace, beauty and style I didn't know what hit me.  MaryJane Butters is truly my hero.  You've got to get her book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/MaryJanes-Ideabook-Cookbook-Lifebook-Farmgirl/dp/1400080479/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211061725&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;MaryJanes Ideabook&lt;/a&gt; .   It has so many ideas, patterns, recipes, gorgeous photography, and thoughtful writing that it will make you want to give the book a hug, or put it under your pillow at night or something along those lines.   I've been to her farm twice now, and am honored and amazed to be able to say that I know her, and can almost call her my friend.  But, I'll stick with hero for now.  You must find out why, and go to her website, read her books, and subscribe to her amazing &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.com/magazine.html"&gt;magazine&lt;/a&gt;.   Seeing the things she's done in her life totally inspired me to just get out there and DO it.  Start the Farmgirls chapter.  Go to the city council about starting a community garden...which led to the whole task force on sustainability, which is going to lead to many amazing things in my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I really have chickens in my backyard if I had never heard of MaryJane Butters?  Maybe.  But, I know I'm more crunchy because of her.  And I'm glad.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-2328765521112241022?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2328765521112241022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=2328765521112241022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2328765521112241022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/2328765521112241022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC9QyZID_KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uTX041vMDUw/s72-c/DSC01985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-927312906010681539</id><published>2008-05-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:32:11.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun!</title><content type='html'>Today the most fabulous thing happened.   Here's where it started, at my kitchen sink, like it does everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0UdpID_EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQIhEBJzu-E/s1600-h/DSC01920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0UdpID_EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQIhEBJzu-E/s400/DSC01920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200835644171222082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel represents how I want to feel everyday, all the time.  I like to look at her while I do dishes, when I'm usually not feeling that way.   I also like to look at these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0Vc5ID_FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CosRUO48XBY/s1600-h/DSC01922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0Vc5ID_FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CosRUO48XBY/s320/DSC01922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200836730797947986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my Mother's Day flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked in the garden this morning, in the drizzly, overcast day.  And then, amazingly, this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0W5JID_GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0dNbJhEZ-5k/s1600-h/DSC01943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0W5JID_GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0dNbJhEZ-5k/s320/DSC01943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200838315640880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory Be, the sun came out and it was in the 7o's, tomorrow its supposed to hit 90!  80's all weekend!!!  Monday, its supposed to be 55 and raining.  We'll enjoy it while it lasts.  The best part about the above sprinkler moment, is that the boy chose his floatation device suit, instead of his trunks, you know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest bit wasn't into the sprinkler thing.  But she sure is cute.  And she's the proud owner of those toes I showed you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0YtpID_HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wbh6ZrAbTUE/s1600-h/DSC01959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0YtpID_HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wbh6ZrAbTUE/s320/DSC01959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200840317095640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, its errands with the 3 littlest, the biggest has a pool party to go to in the afternoon, (could the timing be better weather-wise?), and then hubby man and I get a date night...we're hoping to see Prince Caspian!   THEN, I get a Saturday to myself.   What will I do with all that time? I'm sure I'll think of something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584594265744768408-927312906010681539?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/927312906010681539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=927312906010681539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/927312906010681539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/927312906010681539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here comes the sun!'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SC0UdpID_EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQIhEBJzu-E/s72-c/DSC01920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-1403217796679010732</id><published>2008-05-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:11:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>Here's my boy, doing his part to help us achieve food independence. He's in the moment of experiencing reeling in his very first "I caught it all by myself" fish.  Note the look of total joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvEQJID_DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hm4OtcoFgeI/s1600-h/100_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvEQJID_DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hm4OtcoFgeI/s400/100_0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200465976336055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little tomato garden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in its little tiny greenhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world....                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvByZID_BI/AAAAAAAAADw/jj7EJpfLdQM/s1600-h/DSC01910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvByZID_BI/AAAAAAAAADw/jj7EJpfLdQM/s320/DSC01910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200463266211691538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my spinach.  I've never planted an early spring garden before.  It worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvCcJID_CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qpu8-HMVynQ/s1600-h/DSC01906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvCcJID_CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qpu8-HMVynQ/s320/DSC01906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200463983471229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something I am completely in love with.  I find myself wanting to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCty9JID-9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rO8H09tPrb4/s1600-h/DSC01916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCty9JID-9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rO8H09tPrb4/s320/DSC01916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200376589476690898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCty9pID--I/AAAAAAAAADY/ywr2VvBTYHM/s1600-h/DSC01915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCty9pID--I/AAAAAAAAADY/ywr2VvBTYHM/s320/DSC01915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200376598066625506" 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/3584594265744768408-1403217796679010732?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1403217796679010732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=1403217796679010732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1403217796679010732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/1403217796679010732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCvEQJID_DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hm4OtcoFgeI/s72-c/100_0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-7218818438843438732</id><published>2008-05-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:24:28.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a plan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCpzLZID-4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xbeaC2JmBXU/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCpzLZID-4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xbeaC2JmBXU/s200/DSC01824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200095359313116034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3DhQShAfqOI/SCShBAzB_jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o1iQ0N1iFhQ/s1600-h/IndependenceB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3DhQShAfqOI/SCShBAzB_jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o1iQ0N1iFhQ/s1600-h/IndependenceB3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing around tonight, I found the coolest thing.  I found out about the &lt;a href="http://sharonastyk.com/2008/05/02/independence-days-update-week-1/"&gt;Independence Days Challenge&lt;/a&gt; through  another great blog I just found,  &lt;a href="http://www.zahnzone.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Zahn Zone &lt;/a&gt;.   It gives a plan to move forward in food independence.  I SO need a plan!  Yes, please, give me babysteps!  It basically gives you 10 areas to work on, supposedly everyday, but realistically for me, just to be working on in general.   So, each day, you can ask yourself  What have I...&lt;br /&gt;1)Planted?&lt;br /&gt;2)Harvested?&lt;br /&gt;3)Preserved?&lt;br /&gt;4)Stored?&lt;br /&gt;5)Prepped?&lt;br /&gt;6)Managed in reserves?&lt;br /&gt;7)Cooked?&lt;br /&gt;8)Worked on local food systems?&lt;br /&gt;9)Reduced waste?&lt;br /&gt;10)what new skill have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these steps!  Just little babysteps here and there will move me forward!  Tomorrow I'll start thinking about this.  And hey, tomorrow night I'm going to a workshop on home canning and preserving!  Tomorrow, #10 is in the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3DhQShAfqOI/SCShBAzB_jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o1iQ0N1iFhQ/s1600-h/IndependenceB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3DhQShAfqOI/SCShBAzB_jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o1iQ0N1iFhQ/s1600-h/IndependenceB3.jpg" alt="" 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/3584594265744768408-7218818438843438732?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7218818438843438732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=7218818438843438732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7218818438843438732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/7218818438843438732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-plan.html' title='I need a plan...'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCpzLZID-4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xbeaC2JmBXU/s72-c/DSC01824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584594265744768408.post-8296073030889137657</id><published>2008-05-12T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:32:20.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkO45ID-zI/AAAAAAAAACA/d_l6IkoceOI/s1600-h/DSC01892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkO45ID-zI/AAAAAAAAACA/d_l6IkoceOI/s320/DSC01892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199703615346047794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks, yep, I'm starting another blog.  I so want to write and share,  and I really hope I will keep up with this one. I'll do my best!! I have so many great things I'm thinking about and starting to do, and am getting pretty passionate about.   Where do I start?  Well, I started a chapter of the &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/farmgirl-connection/"&gt;Farmgirls&lt;/a&gt;,  got invited to join a community task force on Sustainability, took the girls fancy camping at &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/"&gt;MaryJanesFarm&lt;/a&gt;, learned to sew (kinda), learned to knit, and I'm trying to teach myself photography.  I'm feeling really so, how shall I put it? Motivated?  Compelled?  To actually DO something about what I see about to happen to our culture.  I had a realization awhile back that I wasn't actually "doing" anything real.  I liked to read about things, get inspired by this or that, but really, I wasn't actually getting out there, doing, creating, experiencing the things I love.   Also, I realized how much of all this global warming trouble would be helped if we just stopped relying on the box stores for everything.  The idea of living  and buying locally, or at least from people you actually know, or heck, even learning to do stuff for yourself was like a light bulb that went off in my head!  A real A-ha moment.  Now, of course, I'm so at the beginning of this process, so yes, I'm still shopping at the grocery store, and at Target.  But there ARE other choices to be made.  At the farmgirls meeting last month, we discussed the book &lt;a href="http://www.animalvegetablemiracle.com/"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/a&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver.  Fabulous read, and it just shows what's possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to the first meeting of the task force on Sustainability issues that's forming in my town.  It was great to see the enthusiasm and hear all the ideas for what we can do.  Its strange for me to realize how important this is becoming to me, because I never thought of myself as the tree hugger type.  :)  I just think its so important to be able to take care of ourselves, and stop relying on whoever, or whatever to provide it for us.  Or at least to know exactly who you are supporting when you allow someone to provide for you.  So, as I embark on this journey, of learning how to become more self-sufficient, along with how to be the best mom, wife and Christ follower I can be, I hope you will find something that you can learn and do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, enjoy some of my photographic efforts...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkZTJID-2I/AAAAAAAAACY/BmtZ7s7WGbU/s1600-h/DSC01719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkZTJID-2I/AAAAAAAAACY/BmtZ7s7WGbU/s320/DSC01719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199715061433891682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkY6pID-1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cND9sLVYm-c/s1600-h/DSC01718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkY6pID-1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cND9sLVYm-c/s320/DSC01718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199714640527096658" 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/3584594265744768408-8296073030889137657?l=lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8296073030889137657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584594265744768408&amp;postID=8296073030889137657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8296073030889137657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584594265744768408/posts/default/8296073030889137657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbitcrunchy.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-things-grow.html' title='Good Things Grow'/><author><name>Emme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353192242198532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfmcIiDq404/Tf1xsBIFD4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zT2SSqFk8q8/s220/headin%2527out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okcZFCoglDQ/SCkO45ID-zI/AAAAAAAAACA/d_l6IkoceOI/s72-c/DSC01892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
