<?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-8091624100099892305</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:23.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life. Love. Babies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4152452601256510955</id><published>2012-02-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T06:01:22.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat your' heart' out pinterest.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Of course I have quite a few 'pins' of cute ideas for breakfasts, lunches, snacks, dinners, cards, decorations, and more. I'd actually even&amp;nbsp;started a couple of projects and had a couple planned but the big day came and I had nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I realized it was actually V Day (sometime after my hubs left for work!). I pulled out the bag of store bought stuff and proceeded to make a card-box drop thing where I took a cute dollar bin heart box, cut a hole in the top, and then cut out 20 or so cardboard hearts from an old cereal box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my two year old did not disappoint and was pretty entertained with it- thinking it was pretty cool. . .until we opened valentines from Yaya and Chloe who had kindly added X O and &amp;lt;3 glitter pieces to their card. . .which quickly ended up all over the carpet. Once I had every.little.piece. picked up I threw them in an empty&amp;nbsp;bottle with corn syrup, soap, and water and made a new sensory bottle. Again Jackson was impressed (after he ripped up Benny's valentine- it was Mickey and I think he was just excited. Nothing a little tape can't fix.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto lunch I glance at my cute heart cookie cutters (that I HAD to have) as I 'cook' up some delicious (not) chicken nuggets and apple slices. Jackson asks for more ketchup and feeling inspired, I make a heart out of ketchup dots- on a paper plate no less. We both genuinely admire my work. Naptime actually&amp;nbsp;coincides for both boys for once. So what do I do? Take both of their artwork and attempt to make Valentine's cards out of it. Nothing pin-worthy but I'm really starting to buy into the whole, "It's the thought that counts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naptime ends and&amp;nbsp;as I go in to wake Jackson up we cuddle a bit and I say, "Happy Valentine's Day, Jackson. I love you." wondering if he even has a clue as to what I'm talking about. Then he proclaims, "Mama you make ka-put (ketchup) heart." And I"m reminded why I do it. All of it. Why I pin all of these fantastic&amp;nbsp;ideas, and why I fake it if everything doesn't go as planned. I haven't got everything together. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day was rounded out with some store bought candy and cards and it was just. . .perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for those heart shaped cookie cutters? There is always today. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4152452601256510955?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4152452601256510955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/eat-your-heart-out-pinterest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4152452601256510955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4152452601256510955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/eat-your-heart-out-pinterest.html' title='Eat your&apos; heart&apos; out pinterest.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8411158878271950336</id><published>2012-02-14T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T06:35:58.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Carrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qtl99_8GCG4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8411158878271950336?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8411158878271950336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-carrie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8411158878271950336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8411158878271950336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-carrie.html' title='For Carrie'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qtl99_8GCG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2808704692332655497</id><published>2012-02-10T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T05:27:33.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and a little Santa</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my&amp;nbsp;birthday. I'm kinda the keep it quiet type. It isn't listed on facebook and I'm not likely to go around announcing it. I love that it's my own little secret, if you will. Anyway I turned 28 (I'm pretty sure) and I was thinking back to three years ago on my birthday. Andy and I had been 'trying' for a baby for over 6 months (which can feel like an eternity) and I had no idea what my future held. If you had told me on that day that three years from now I would have a beautiful family with two georgous blond haired, blue eyed little boys, I don't know if I would have believed you. And now&amp;nbsp;I can't help but wonder what the next three years will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome little man was the first to tell me "Happy Birthday, Mama" this morning. I had a fantastic birthday doughnut- complete with a candle and rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" sand by my sweet husband. My mom and sister even came up to celebrate with us and stayed the night. But the highlight of my day came in the afternoon. I was trying on my bridesmaid dress for my best friend's wedding in April and as I came out of the bedroom Jackson looked at me with huge eyes and asked, "You a princess, Mama?", and, of course, it melted my heart. Later when I was taking it off he said I was taking off the 'princess' so I guess princess just equals dress, but still. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my handsome little guys (from November though- these were pictures we took just before going to see Santa, so I'm totally going to put that random never-before-seen&amp;nbsp;picture in this post too, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NZOmvNCeDc/TzUZwFzdQiI/AAAAAAAACIs/D65vYyhiKRk/s1600/ss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NZOmvNCeDc/TzUZwFzdQiI/AAAAAAAACIs/D65vYyhiKRk/s640/ss.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlZft9q9O-8/TzUZw3uv0mI/AAAAAAAACI0/Khd2vc9SfDs/s1600/sss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlZft9q9O-8/TzUZw3uv0mI/AAAAAAAACI0/Khd2vc9SfDs/s640/sss.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMzzeSUV_24/TzUZvnY4DcI/AAAAAAAACIk/Bc4XyGExYhw/s1600/s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMzzeSUV_24/TzUZvnY4DcI/AAAAAAAACIk/Bc4XyGExYhw/s640/s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Why yes, I am editing in Lightroom now! I have a long long way to go, and that's cool, but I REALLY feel like I need 'Lightroom for Dummies' or something equivilent. Got any tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2808704692332655497?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2808704692332655497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-and-little-santa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2808704692332655497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2808704692332655497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-and-little-santa.html' title='Happy Birthday and a little Santa'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NZOmvNCeDc/TzUZwFzdQiI/AAAAAAAACIs/D65vYyhiKRk/s72-c/ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4001172816814884271</id><published>2012-02-05T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:14:44.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think...</title><content type='html'>...about this picture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QFSXbqivs8/Ty7_GWfj8yI/AAAAAAAACIc/LEbJPEPOQIw/s1600/IMG_0992ee4s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QFSXbqivs8/Ty7_GWfj8yI/AAAAAAAACIc/LEbJPEPOQIw/s640/IMG_0992ee4s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;kind of love&amp;nbsp;it but my husband doesn't? Yes it's got some crazy blown out weird lighting. But I think that's part of what I love about it. Let me know. I need some yays or nays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4001172816814884271?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4001172816814884271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4001172816814884271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4001172816814884271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QFSXbqivs8/Ty7_GWfj8yI/AAAAAAAACIc/LEbJPEPOQIw/s72-c/IMG_0992ee4s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8740667427342882107</id><published>2012-02-04T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:17:07.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had fun, Chips and Salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5dhHvVsOO0/Ty21SVXGEtI/AAAAAAAACIU/e1lm4al-Ehk/s1600/IMG_1036e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5dhHvVsOO0/Ty21SVXGEtI/AAAAAAAACIU/e1lm4al-Ehk/s640/IMG_1036e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already mentioned before that Jackson insists on eating 'cereals' on the couch (I have no problems letting him). But this is the picture to go with it. And a story from a different time. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I often talk when we are in the car. As we head home I usually ask if he had fun doing whatever activity we just finished up. One day, months ago, I guess I dropped the ball because without my prompting Jackson informed me 'Had fun Yaya/Cokey' (my mom and sister). I was touched that he had had such a good time and wanted to tell me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some frequent 'had fun' favorites include: Yaya and Cokey (of course), Toddler Time, Luke and Hannah, Bouncy House, and Grandma and Grandpa (who he still tells me about months after his visit- riding the 4 wheeler, feeding the cows hay with the tractor, the whole bit!) I'm often amazed at his memory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is still a frequent statement, and still just as fragmented. Last night on the way home after a yummy Mexican restaurant dinner he proclaimed. "Had fun Chips and Salsa". Putting it on the To Do Again Soon list. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8740667427342882107?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8740667427342882107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/had-fun-chips-and-salsa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8740667427342882107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8740667427342882107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/had-fun-chips-and-salsa.html' title='Had fun, Chips and Salsa'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5dhHvVsOO0/Ty21SVXGEtI/AAAAAAAACIU/e1lm4al-Ehk/s72-c/IMG_1036e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-214344580858649908</id><published>2012-02-02T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:17:56.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lassie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sometimes my dogs drive me nuts. The hair, the barking, the one more 'person' who needs seemingly constant attention and supervision. But they are such good dogs. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Patton is the goofy one. The one who wants to be by your side. Constantly. BOTH boys absolutely adore him. He loves to play silly games and will do absolutely anything for a bite of banana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Bentley is different. While he, too, loves bananas, he prefers time to himself, or outside. He makes 'rounds' in the evening if we are all in different rooms. Checking on us. Or this morning when we had a Lassie moment. I heard him bark, which he usually doesn’t do without cause, but today it was different, totally an ‘alert bark’ if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I went outside to check (I try to not be the neighbors with the incessantly barking dogs). I found him sitting in the yard STARING at my neighbors back yard and between that house and the next. I could tell something was bothering him. I looked for squirrels, birds, or other dogs that could have caught his attention. Nada. I finally went to get my shoes to walk from the deck to the yard so I could get a better view of what he was looking at. As I approached he would run in a circle, then stop, sit, bark and continue to stare in the same direction, occasionally checking the other side of the house the was looking at. He was totally saying, “LOOK THERE!!!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Finally I saw him. The meter reader. Walking between the houses, and in the back yards of all the houses, to check the electric meters. While he obviously wasn’t a threat, I was glad my dog knew he didn’t ‘belong’ there and was smart enough to let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Thanks, B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0gkgCpiDQ/TyqaDxXKqdI/AAAAAAAACIM/yUt1i7tivZg/s1600/s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0gkgCpiDQ/TyqaDxXKqdI/AAAAAAAACIM/yUt1i7tivZg/s640/s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Two notes: One, yes my baby is Bennett and my dog is Bentley. It’s ok if you get them confused, I’ll forgive you. Also, we just found out that we will (more than likely, almost certainly) be moving to Colorado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-214344580858649908?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/214344580858649908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/lassie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/214344580858649908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/214344580858649908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/lassie.html' title='Lassie'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0gkgCpiDQ/TyqaDxXKqdI/AAAAAAAACIM/yUt1i7tivZg/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5578112658594974486</id><published>2012-01-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:21:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>So I kinda like this photo, even though it's really blown out in (most) places. What do you think? Like or dislike? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdrYb4PUqI/Tyakz76kk4I/AAAAAAAACH0/IxcP9JRxwlA/s1600/IMG_0727e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdrYb4PUqI/Tyakz76kk4I/AAAAAAAACH0/IxcP9JRxwlA/s640/IMG_0727e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rGK13FO7Gs/TyanY_KqF5I/AAAAAAAACH8/KFQT-fvXelM/s1600/IMG_0732es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rGK13FO7Gs/TyanY_KqF5I/AAAAAAAACH8/KFQT-fvXelM/s640/IMG_0732es.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5578112658594974486?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5578112658594974486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5578112658594974486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5578112658594974486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdrYb4PUqI/Tyakz76kk4I/AAAAAAAACH0/IxcP9JRxwlA/s72-c/IMG_0727e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3430910404163884358</id><published>2012-01-27T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:27:53.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Mama I need ta go potty.” Jackson told me in a calm, but still proud voice. He came to me in the kitchen from the living room to make sure I heard him before he ran off to the bathroom. I realized if I don’t write this post now it will all be forgotten. Where are the days of yelling POTTY!!!! And running through the house to barely make it on time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Like the times he used to tell me EVERY truck we saw was a ‘fire tuck’. Or last week when he liked to insist he was either a) a horse or b) Pete (from Mickey Mouse). Our days are dragging but our weeks (and months) seem to be flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Bennett is a fantastic ‘sitter’ though occasionally he’ll topple over, but usually because he is trying desperately to get something out of his reach (usually the remote control). More than once I have found him happily banging Jackson’s lunchbox full of matchbox cars (hardly a baby-friendly item). His yells and babbles are one of the biggest highlights of my day. With two teeth in and possible finishing off our cold (wishing), he’s finally sleeping better again, and for that I am also thankful. I’ve made an effort to kick soda (while at home, I can’t seem to give it up when eating out yet) and since I haven’t had any caffeine after noon I wonder if this is a huge help to his new sleeping patterns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I attempted to take some pictures for a day-in-the-life post, but as so much lately, it looks like it’s not going to get finished, and really I didn’t take enough pictures, so I’m throwing them in this post. Right here in the middle, because there just isn't enough time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjYzn0n3Bk/TyL-x-uX1ZI/AAAAAAAACGs/ULY9hJX-GOk/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjYzn0n3Bk/TyL-x-uX1ZI/AAAAAAAACGs/ULY9hJX-GOk/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNbB_7YqpT0/TyL-1MAfgrI/AAAAAAAACG0/KsspydoPswI/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNbB_7YqpT0/TyL-1MAfgrI/AAAAAAAACG0/KsspydoPswI/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_l9ItAkV1Q/TyL-5CyoDjI/AAAAAAAACG8/0dQ19Q60gMI/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_l9ItAkV1Q/TyL-5CyoDjI/AAAAAAAACG8/0dQ19Q60gMI/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRXfYDX8ZLQ/TyL-5QMKwSI/AAAAAAAACHE/1g-bSTnzV54/s1600/IMG_0211e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRXfYDX8ZLQ/TyL-5QMKwSI/AAAAAAAACHE/1g-bSTnzV54/s320/IMG_0211e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4o8-h6aGpaQ/TyL-9asByTI/AAAAAAAACHM/_dR_pJYyX0s/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4o8-h6aGpaQ/TyL-9asByTI/AAAAAAAACHM/_dR_pJYyX0s/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqaohDJJHVo/TyL-94h_KtI/AAAAAAAACHU/JktKMNg9Sp0/s1600/IMG_0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqaohDJJHVo/TyL-94h_KtI/AAAAAAAACHU/JktKMNg9Sp0/s320/IMG_0261.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sfe_j25rjc/TyL--vW7gZI/AAAAAAAACHk/gsRI2Vg_lPg/s1600/IMG_0274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sfe_j25rjc/TyL--vW7gZI/AAAAAAAACHk/gsRI2Vg_lPg/s320/IMG_0274.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiLgJVtfwM/TyL-_YgyRFI/AAAAAAAACHs/XFfqd5dc9uI/s1600/IMG_0285e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiLgJVtfwM/TyL-_YgyRFI/AAAAAAAACHs/XFfqd5dc9uI/s320/IMG_0285e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It’s gotten easier lately to get out with both of the boys, but it’s still a tornado of coats, hats, shoes, toys and snacks to get out of the door. My minivan constantly looks like a bomb went off, and I often leave places with one (or both) children crying and looking frazzled. And you know I have to say it, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I remember when I used to yearn for a little friend (or two, or three, or. . .) to take with me to run errands. I had no idea how impossibly hard this would make things. But you want to hear something funny? Even when Andy IS home- I still WANT to take at least one of the kiddos with me- and I love the time (and patience) I have to talk to/dote on them. Or my favorite is to go as a whole family (I know this is NOT my husband’s favorite, but I’m lucky and he often indulges me)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;These little boys are transforming before my eyes and I can’t help but think of the brothers, children, young men, and one day husbands and fathers they will one day become. But equally I cannot imagine them a day older than today. Let’s make it a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ah! And the winner of the I SPY bottle! I know you've all been anxiously waiting! As chosen by Jackson in a bowl full of cookies numbered one to four-&amp;nbsp; THREE is our big winner. Christy- I'll be in touch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3430910404163884358?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3430910404163884358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/mama-i-need-ta-go-potty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3430910404163884358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3430910404163884358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/mama-i-need-ta-go-potty.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjYzn0n3Bk/TyL-x-uX1ZI/AAAAAAAACGs/ULY9hJX-GOk/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-7465475328984674683</id><published>2012-01-23T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:20:52.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This morning I saw a number on the scale that I haven't seen in at least 9 months, maybe almost a year! This means I have lost a total of a pound, and a half, maybe. I'm kinda poking fun at myself because this baby weight has been sloooow to come off. Mostly because I haven't been trying, but that's ok too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have a strong belief that new mamas (especially, but not only, nursing mamas) should just cut themselves some slack. I think the future me visited and told me- this is only a SHORT time- before you know it the boys will be bigger and there will be more time. Maybe not LOTS of time, but more time. More time for worrying about weight, consistently &lt;s&gt;clean&lt;/s&gt; styled hair, and a clutter free house. The first year of your baby's life- sure you want to look great in pictures- but focus on looking happy and well rested. The weight WILL come off- just give it time. More time than you may want, but not that long at all, in the scheme of things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So after all that I'm here to say I am actually starting to watch what I eat. Not dieting per-say, just listening to my body. Instead of stressing out at dinner time because everyone is melting down and I'm shoveling food in as fast as I can because I sincerely have a fear that the crying won't ever stop. I AM stopping. After I have a little something in my stomach I can stop and push through until bedtime and then re-evaluate how hungry I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Instead of shoveling doughnut after doughnut (my true weakness) down my &lt;s&gt;pie&lt;/s&gt; doughnut hole, I'm stopping, and ENJOYING the doughnut(s). I'm trying to change my way of eating. My sister has recently lost some weight and when I asked her what her secret was, she told me, "I only eat when I'm hungry." Is it silly this was an eye opener for me? I started to realize how often I was eating when I WASN'T hungry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok back to the topic. Success! Down a couple of pounds! Squeezed into an old pair of jeans I didn’t think I'd get up past my thigh! and 3 of you lovely ladies entered my very first BLOG GIVEAWAY! I consider this success! Thanks! And if you haven't entered yet- go &lt;a href="http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love-for-pinterest-and-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- entries close Thursday at midnight!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8091624100099892305-7465475328984674683?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7465475328984674683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/sucess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7465475328984674683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7465475328984674683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/sucess.html' title='Sucess!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8500465626120935242</id><published>2012-01-22T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:39:38.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for Pinterest, and a GIVEAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In case you hadn’t heard. I’m addicted to &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/katherine_rose/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. It is fan.tas.tic. By far my two favorite areas to pin are fun ideas for the boys and FOOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last week I followed inspiration from &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/117023290287236463/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; pin and made these sensory bottles for Bennett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYEJGtaeKfU/TxyKXdM5MxI/AAAAAAAACFk/lqSwy594ZKc/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYEJGtaeKfU/TxyKXdM5MxI/AAAAAAAACFk/lqSwy594ZKc/s640/IMG_0501.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The bottles contain the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Beads and water- these make such a fun (nonabrasive) noise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Glitter, water, and a little corn syrup and soap. I’m not sure why I added the corn syrup. I read somewhere it helps to ‘thicken’ the water? I added the soap because my glitter was all clumpy. The soap reduced the surface tension of the water (I believe) and now the glitter is so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Stuffed dragon. That’s all. It makes Jackson mad when I tell him it’s in there to stay, but it’s a great size and Bennett likes to watch it fall from one side of the bottle to the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Seashells and ‘sand’. We didn’t have sand so I used salt and sidewalk chalk to give it a little color. Honestly probably the least favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Glass beads and corn syrup. It is so fun to watch the pretty beads fall slowly move through the thick corn syrup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Water, food coloring, soap, and plastic alligator. Makes bubbles AND tornados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99A5EuwPiKA/TxyKn89RCbI/AAAAAAAACFs/_lACsvOITBw/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99A5EuwPiKA/TxyKn89RCbI/AAAAAAAACFs/_lACsvOITBw/s640/IMG_0512.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I used&amp;nbsp;500ml VOSS water bottles (found at the Commissary) and&amp;nbsp;hot glued the lids on when I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But, it gets better. I saw &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/117023290287135427/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; pin and found bigger sized bottles (850ml) to make Jackson some toddler worthy I SPY bottles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOAvRvH7xQs/TxyK1SSvHuI/AAAAAAAACF4/8DWMw16g07w/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOAvRvH7xQs/TxyK1SSvHuI/AAAAAAAACF4/8DWMw16g07w/s640/IMG_0513.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Jackson had a great time ‘helping’ me by dropping objects into the bottles- and then pouring them out- it was a fun activity by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvsrbj-_tF0/TxyKJEGQzmI/AAAAAAAACFY/Ze03LRN4SZI/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvsrbj-_tF0/TxyKJEGQzmI/AAAAAAAACFY/Ze03LRN4SZI/s640/IMG_0399.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We don’t have lots of ‘little’ items around here, so we spent a while in the dollar section at Walmart and came up with all kinds of great stuff. Though when I got home I realized we did have more items to use than I had thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4Gf9IdMvlo/TxyLCugzhDI/AAAAAAAACGA/v5rBhIZwYg8/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4Gf9IdMvlo/TxyLCugzhDI/AAAAAAAACGA/v5rBhIZwYg8/s640/IMG_0516.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Two notes about these bottles. One- they are a little crowded. Maybe I should have had less items. Two- for some reason my rice was all static-y in the bottle so I shot some Static Guard in there and it solved the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The bottles are great because they can grow with your child. Bennett is interested in them. Loves the shaking noise, and tries to grab at the objects in the bottle. Jackson loves to sit on my lap and look at the bottle with me, pointing out all the different items. I also took a picture of all the items before putting them in the bottle and when Jackson is bigger he can play with this toy independently, looking for, and circling each item as he finds it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4238R3Fvd9w/TxyJ7L05FPI/AAAAAAAACFQ/e-nHqvpBREw/s1600/IMG_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4238R3Fvd9w/TxyJ7L05FPI/AAAAAAAACFQ/e-nHqvpBREw/s640/IMG_0389.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Here is the fun part! It was so easy to make I ended up making an extra I SPY bottle to give away to one of my fantastic readers! I know I’m up to at least 4 or 5 now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. So c’mon thow me a comment telling me YOUR kiddos favorite toy right now-homemade or otherwise- and you’ll be entered to win! Entries close Thursday (1/26/12) at Midnight and I’ll pick&amp;nbsp;a winner and send one of these bottles your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecNyCsa37Nw/TxyLOMq5QbI/AAAAAAAACGM/LD7mubJFgzE/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecNyCsa37Nw/TxyLOMq5QbI/AAAAAAAACGM/LD7mubJFgzE/s640/IMG_0518.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hmmm. Just in case I need to add a disclaimer- both the sensory bottles and I SPY bottles contain small objects that could cause a choking hazard if they got into little hands. I did hot glue the tops on but you may want to add a piece of strong tape around the lid to make sure it stays on, and as a visual that the seal is still intact. Also please never your leave little ones unattended with these- sealed or not. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&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/8091624100099892305-8500465626120935242?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8500465626120935242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love-for-pinterest-and-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8500465626120935242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8500465626120935242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love-for-pinterest-and-giveaway.html' title='My love for Pinterest, and a GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYEJGtaeKfU/TxyKXdM5MxI/AAAAAAAACFk/lqSwy594ZKc/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5360248670200210393</id><published>2012-01-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:57:56.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Guess who is starting to feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZY3NSBbUU/TxopVtQ-svI/AAAAAAAACFE/C8UelPe_r6M/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZY3NSBbUU/TxopVtQ-svI/AAAAAAAACFE/C8UelPe_r6M/s400/IMG_0355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ9p66KyNeg/TxopVTRbqfI/AAAAAAAACE4/rVZqeOb8r9o/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ9p66KyNeg/TxopVTRbqfI/AAAAAAAACE4/rVZqeOb8r9o/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5360248670200210393?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5360248670200210393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5360248670200210393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5360248670200210393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZY3NSBbUU/TxopVtQ-svI/AAAAAAAACFE/C8UelPe_r6M/s72-c/IMG_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5340442068443156742</id><published>2012-01-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:21:13.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's</title><content type='html'>We're headed to the doctors this morning. Wish us luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqgrz9M_1c8/TxbIgpsJHKI/AAAAAAAACEo/d5y-O1T1W1I/s1600/IMG_8151e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqgrz9M_1c8/TxbIgpsJHKI/AAAAAAAACEo/d5y-O1T1W1I/s400/IMG_8151e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from December&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5340442068443156742?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5340442068443156742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/doctors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5340442068443156742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5340442068443156742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/doctors.html' title='Doctor&apos;s'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqgrz9M_1c8/TxbIgpsJHKI/AAAAAAAACEo/d5y-O1T1W1I/s72-c/IMG_8151e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-9174280783960143359</id><published>2012-01-17T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:06:59.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed reading this, and no, I don't completely share her point of view, but I don't currently have the energy or mental capacity to share my thoughts on this article, it's just too complicated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett and Jackson are both miserably sick. Both have the yuckiest noses EVER. I won't gross you out with any more details, but I will say that I'm resigned to believe I will never sleep again, or at least not for more than 3 hours at a time. But still? I'm all 'Carpe Diem'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-9174280783960143359?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9174280783960143359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9174280783960143359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9174280783960143359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8001418744655130282</id><published>2012-01-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:45:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some Youtube</title><content type='html'>Bennett Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZNjsunRHkU0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett 6 Months Ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4a250H9-MZs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8001418744655130282?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8001418744655130282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-some-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8001418744655130282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8001418744655130282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-some-youtube.html' title='Just some Youtube'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZNjsunRHkU0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1676432290943526776</id><published>2012-01-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:03:16.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Mistake</title><content type='html'>Last year I set out to do a 365 challenge. Pick up my camera and take a picture every day (on manual mode, none the less). I don't even think I made it to April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed miserably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID learn to shoot in manual mode, which was the purpose of the project (that and to expand my photography skills). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the sites I read that you should keep your shutter speed above 1/125 for clear pictures of kids. I took this as such a hard and fast rule that I was diappointed when I didn't have enough light for that shutter speed so I often resorted to using my light scoop and my flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of 'flashy' pictures, but I went with it thinking I needed to do it for my shutter speed. Lately I've seen some pictures at speeds around 1/80, and even slower, and you know what? Even with the blur, I prefer them. I love the softness and dimension natural light gives. I took these two pictures today and SAW the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself it's ok if my pictures aren't 'prefect'- so I'm giving myself the go ahead to use slower shutter speeds- so if you see a blurry hand, or fast moving foot, know that it's worth it so you can really see the expression, the light in their eye, and the roundness of those chubby cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbzR5P5DD6k/TxHexJCUjPI/AAAAAAAACEM/x5sd9y0ilkM/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbzR5P5DD6k/TxHexJCUjPI/AAAAAAAACEM/x5sd9y0ilkM/s640/IMG_0152.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzJ1ze-m3U0/TxHe9ieYWzI/AAAAAAAACEY/R4CQYsbx-rY/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzJ1ze-m3U0/TxHe9ieYWzI/AAAAAAAACEY/R4CQYsbx-rY/s640/IMG_0153.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo friends- what say you? Is there a certain speed you won't shoot below? Does blur bother you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of you- which picture do you prefer. First or second? Feel free to be honest :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1676432290943526776?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1676432290943526776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-mistake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1676432290943526776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1676432290943526776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-mistake.html' title='Photography Mistake'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbzR5P5DD6k/TxHexJCUjPI/AAAAAAAACEM/x5sd9y0ilkM/s72-c/IMG_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6645540323159476308</id><published>2012-01-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:24:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It never gets old saying that :) 'My boys'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WIT1omTsFQ/Tw-UH_ULPDI/AAAAAAAACD8/L3ivmzOekws/s1600/IMG_9972es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WIT1omTsFQ/Tw-UH_ULPDI/AAAAAAAACD8/L3ivmzOekws/s640/IMG_9972es.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7NtCl-Pybo/Tw-UIkOIZaI/AAAAAAAACEE/oIVlCkHprp8/s1600/IMG_0006es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7NtCl-Pybo/Tw-UIkOIZaI/AAAAAAAACEE/oIVlCkHprp8/s640/IMG_0006es.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(This was me today- and really more days than I would like to admit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to get more organized I found this &lt;a href="http://www.yourwebness.com/coupons/downloads/grocerychecklist.htm"&gt;Grocery Checklist&lt;/a&gt;. I love it because I was able to easily edit and adapted it to suit our family- adding items we use and deleting those we don't. (Though I was really disappointed at the size of the 'produce' column- not enough spaces! I guess I could switch it with the 'canned goods' column, but I like the idea of produce being first. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Just wondering if you all use something like this? Or if you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other food related news- anyone else ready for the Farmer's markets to open back up? I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4759654609441830496?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4759654609441830496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/grocery-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4759654609441830496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4759654609441830496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/grocery-list.html' title='Grocery List'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4642881166256983781</id><published>2012-01-11T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:19:39.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6 months, Babe!</title><content type='html'>Today Bennett is 6 months old. Unbelievable. 7.5 months ago we left Germany and 5.5 months from now we will likely be moving again. In the middle of this roller coaster I'm thankful for all I have. This 'little guy' is tipping the scales at somewhere over 20lbs, getting to be a pretty good 'sitter'&amp;nbsp;and just TODAY cut his second tooth- hence the funny tounge in the picture below. I've been waiting to officialy enter the 'can't remember what life was like before B', but I do remember, and while it was pretty fantastic, this guy only makes things better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmmcWnarlwQ/Tw5DCedikeI/AAAAAAAACDs/Lo4BWJVY_QA/s1600/IMG_9794e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmmcWnarlwQ/Tw5DCedikeI/AAAAAAAACDs/Lo4BWJVY_QA/s640/IMG_9794e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4642881166256983781?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4642881166256983781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-6-months-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4642881166256983781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4642881166256983781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-6-months-babe.html' title='Happy 6 months, Babe!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmmcWnarlwQ/Tw5DCedikeI/AAAAAAAACDs/Lo4BWJVY_QA/s72-c/IMG_9794e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-172400604519600307</id><published>2012-01-10T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:47:56.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby swimming pool+ sand toys+&amp;nbsp;(2) 50lb bags of whole corn = hours of fun for 25 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd8ZOBlwGYM/Twxc8onM3JI/AAAAAAAACDc/HdYrWjS2S1w/s1600/IMG_9417e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd8ZOBlwGYM/Twxc8onM3JI/AAAAAAAACDc/HdYrWjS2S1w/s640/IMG_9417e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvM7dqo4XD8/Twxc9ipiDaI/AAAAAAAACDk/0dB9G-JXgeo/s1600/IMG_9421e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvM7dqo4XD8/Twxc9ipiDaI/AAAAAAAACDk/0dB9G-JXgeo/s640/IMG_9421e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why this is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;1. Pieces of corn are a lot easier to clean than sand if it ends up out of the tub, or in the house. &lt;br /&gt;2. Using out of season toys = free &lt;br /&gt;3. Thrilled toddler who thinks Mommy is The Coolest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't think this idea up all on my own. Credit goes here. &lt;a href="http://playathomemom3.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-for-corn.html"&gt;http://playathomemom3.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-for-corn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-172400604519600307?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/172400604519600307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-swimming-pool-sand-toys-50lb-bags.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/172400604519600307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/172400604519600307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-swimming-pool-sand-toys-50lb-bags.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd8ZOBlwGYM/Twxc8onM3JI/AAAAAAAACDc/HdYrWjS2S1w/s72-c/IMG_9417e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-9213242938117837181</id><published>2012-01-09T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:43:39.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEsv91j1z8o/TwtDFPUNCNI/AAAAAAAACC0/KL1WTge33M8/s1600/IMG_9532ambe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEsv91j1z8o/TwtDFPUNCNI/AAAAAAAACC0/KL1WTge33M8/s640/IMG_9532ambe.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9g59co5BQ8/TwtDGH9TghI/AAAAAAAACC8/9EMOYuUa0xo/s1600/IMG_9562e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9g59co5BQ8/TwtDGH9TghI/AAAAAAAACC8/9EMOYuUa0xo/s640/IMG_9562e2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M06yKMbLzZ4/TwtDHLYiL_I/AAAAAAAACDE/tlRb3zmkhHc/s1600/IMG_9606es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M06yKMbLzZ4/TwtDHLYiL_I/AAAAAAAACDE/tlRb3zmkhHc/s640/IMG_9606es.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O6A_cYswC8/TwtDKCp43UI/AAAAAAAACDU/s02r4oZgdRE/s1600/IMG_9646velvets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O6A_cYswC8/TwtDKCp43UI/AAAAAAAACDU/s02r4oZgdRE/s640/IMG_9646velvets.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-9213242938117837181?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9213242938117837181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/gap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9213242938117837181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9213242938117837181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/gap.html' title='GAP'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEsv91j1z8o/TwtDFPUNCNI/AAAAAAAACC0/KL1WTge33M8/s72-c/IMG_9532ambe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8107425263436586196</id><published>2012-01-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:41:58.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood.</title><content type='html'>It's hard work, hardly glamorous, and, at times, flat out difficult. But every. single. day&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know it's 100% where I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLLQlhqHmp0/TwevOGJJulI/AAAAAAAACCU/u47wAgksyfA/s1600/IMG_9389e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLLQlhqHmp0/TwevOGJJulI/AAAAAAAACCU/u47wAgksyfA/s640/IMG_9389e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1oGXEllNnQ/TwevOj4QgkI/AAAAAAAACCc/ENHkGl4G9Pk/s1600/IMG_9391s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1oGXEllNnQ/TwevOj4QgkI/AAAAAAAACCc/ENHkGl4G9Pk/s640/IMG_9391s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNLBfMhDr5M/TwevPEvZ74I/AAAAAAAACCk/2NRlnAjWKLI/s1600/IMG_9398s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNLBfMhDr5M/TwevPEvZ74I/AAAAAAAACCk/2NRlnAjWKLI/s640/IMG_9398s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8107425263436586196?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8107425263436586196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/motherhood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8107425263436586196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8107425263436586196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLLQlhqHmp0/TwevOGJJulI/AAAAAAAACCU/u47wAgksyfA/s72-c/IMG_9389e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1971644788118208718</id><published>2012-01-05T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:39:09.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KitchenAid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ok I have a question. I've been seriously looking at Kitchenaids since I saw some on sale a few months ago. I look at them intermittenly, and ultimately decide I can't justify the money on something like that at the moment, but I DO have a birthday coming up and I keep coming back to them. I need some input though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Do you have a Kitchen Aid mixer (or other stand mixer)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Do you love it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Use it regularly? Daily? Weekly? Monthly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Feel like you are missing out by not mixing by hand (my fear, silly I'm sure, but isn't there some satisfaction in stirring up a batch of chocolate chip cookies by hand)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And most importantly-WHAT COLOR!? I’m torn between black, red, or cobalt blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Thanks for any input!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1971644788118208718?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1971644788118208718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/kitchenaid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1971644788118208718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1971644788118208718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/kitchenaid.html' title='KitchenAid'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3217248548291680056</id><published>2012-01-03T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:15:09.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are a nursing mom when. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today, on Andy’s last day of winter break, I took the luxury of going &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to the store by myself at nap time. I had just started out when I heard a dropping noise. As I was juggling my keys, phone, coupons, recipes, grocery list, wallet, and a pen without a purse (because my purse is a diaper bag), I heard a noise like something had fallen from my cart. I turned around to figure out what it was and on the ground I saw two drops of what must have been milk. The irrational part of my brain took over and I could only frantically think- OH NO AM I LEAKING ON THE FLOOR? No regard to the fact of how much I would have had to been leaking for it to end up on the floor- only terror at the thought of my breastmilk on the floor at Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sorry for my lack of blogging. I made it halfway to my goal of 30 in 30 at least, right? We had an incredibly busy holiday season! Including tons of family time, two 10+ hour drives, three of our favorite people visiting from far away, New Years at my mom’s, and generally more food (and sugar) than you can imagine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We are working on getting back on schedule. There are lists to be made, routines to work out, and plans to be put in action (oh, yeah, we are moving in about 6 months)! But the highlight of today? My fears have been tamed. I’m beginning to believe one day we will all get decent sleep again because Bennett cut his first tooth! (Hopefully this was the root of the fact that my once super-sleeper-Benny doesn’t sleep more than 2-4 hours in a stretch at night) I was SO excited I think I scared the boys a bit with my enthusiasm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;How were your holidays? Hoping I get caught up in reading your blogs soon- I'm sure they were fantastic! Best gift? . . .worst one? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3217248548291680056?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3217248548291680056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-know-you-are-nursing-mom-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3217248548291680056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3217248548291680056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-know-you-are-nursing-mom-when.html' title='You know you are a nursing mom when. . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1183192364776926340</id><published>2011-12-19T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:56:04.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm behind on blogging</title><content type='html'>Pinterest. Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/katherine_rose/"&gt;http://pinterest.com/katherine_rose/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy pinning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1183192364776926340?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1183192364776926340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-im-behind-on-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1183192364776926340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1183192364776926340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-im-behind-on-blogging.html' title='Why I&apos;m behind on blogging'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-297224796894680201</id><published>2011-12-18T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:56:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cuties</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated 'our' Christmas before getting ready to spend a few days with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and First Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dYpq1Rq_MQ/TuuSX1d_tuI/AAAAAAAACB8/1OoIpP5vDno/s1600/378485_326643677347653_210070485671640_1338446_1419256212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dYpq1Rq_MQ/TuuSX1d_tuI/AAAAAAAACB8/1OoIpP5vDno/s640/378485_326643677347653_210070485671640_1338446_1419256212_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohsoposhphotography.com/blog/?p=5458"&gt;http://www.ohsoposhphotography.com/blog/?p=5458&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Oh So Posh Photography on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/OhSoPoshPhotography"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; or her blog &lt;a href="http://www.ohsoposhphotography.com/blog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2224160200860615282?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2224160200860615282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/check-out-this-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2224160200860615282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2224160200860615282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/check-out-this-giveaway.html' title='Check out this giveaway!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dYpq1Rq_MQ/TuuSX1d_tuI/AAAAAAAACB8/1OoIpP5vDno/s72-c/378485_326643677347653_210070485671640_1338446_1419256212_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5643400537241463624</id><published>2011-12-16T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:36:15.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the plus side</title><content type='html'>Today has been rough. But instead of spiraling into an 'everything is crap' post I'm going to tell you why I'm thankful each of these less-than-desirable things have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag of chicken leaking ALL over the fridge- Look now! My fridge is purged and SUPER clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby screaming at me as I try to get him down for a nap- Taking time to stop and cuddle said babe, even though he was screaming, he eventually gave up and became a warm puddle of sweet smoosh on my shoulder. I must be crazy because I think even a little milky spitup smells heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toddler who insists only on chocolate covered pretzels for lunch- He consented and ate an apple (but not a single bite of Yaya's homemade mac'n'cheese) and when he got the pretzels he had been begging for he told me 'Good job cooking, Mama'- cause melting chocolate and splashing it on pretzels counts as cooking in my toddlers eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating 4 oatmeal cookies for my breakfast, and 3 for lunch, along with the uneaten mac'n'cheese- I may gain a few lbs, but after spending HOURS baking last night, they were totally worth it. If you ask REALLY nicely I'll type up the recipe. They are FANTASTIC, and I'm not really an oatmeal-raisin fan at all. To warn you though- the recipe is HUGE- I usually end up with at least 5 or 6 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably the most disheartening moment was when I forgot to close the door to the napping baby's room and the toddler burst in there yelling, 'HI BENNY!' who quickly woke up SCREAMING (which I would too if I was startled out of my sleep that way!). You know what though, I'm trilled he loves his little brother SO much, so yeah, I'm pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5643400537241463624?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5643400537241463624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-plus-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5643400537241463624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5643400537241463624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-plus-side.html' title='On the plus side'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1959474571765158651</id><published>2011-12-15T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:39:55.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Schedule</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me why my 5month old is desperately trying to flip his days and nights? Am I really that much fun at 9pm, 10pm, 12am, 2am, 4am and 5am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping it's teeth (that come quickly). On the subject have any of you tried the amber teething necklaces?&amp;nbsp;Love &amp;nbsp;em? Hate em'? Where did you buy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other 'I hope it's teething' tricks? Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1959474571765158651?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1959474571765158651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/reverse-schedule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1959474571765158651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1959474571765158651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/reverse-schedule.html' title='Reverse Schedule'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6315268485513114844</id><published>2011-12-14T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T19:17:56.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juy_M2PJP3U/Tulmepy35lI/AAAAAAAACBg/v-SAxrEdSWI/s1600/IMG_7108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juy_M2PJP3U/Tulmepy35lI/AAAAAAAACBg/v-SAxrEdSWI/s400/IMG_7108.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aIP28jhItU/TulmlNhuflI/AAAAAAAACBo/0Pbb6QPbyIQ/s1600/IMG_7091e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aIP28jhItU/TulmlNhuflI/AAAAAAAACBo/0Pbb6QPbyIQ/s400/IMG_7091e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxky56nk2MQ/Tulmr6urT5I/AAAAAAAACB0/vSA0rngoDDw/s1600/IMG_7103e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxky56nk2MQ/Tulmr6urT5I/AAAAAAAACB0/vSA0rngoDDw/s400/IMG_7103e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6315268485513114844?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6315268485513114844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/ww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6315268485513114844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6315268485513114844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/ww.html' title='WW'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juy_M2PJP3U/Tulmepy35lI/AAAAAAAACBg/v-SAxrEdSWI/s72-c/IMG_7108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8669851192511388110</id><published>2011-12-13T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:33:01.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monitor</title><content type='html'>People often ask (ok, two people have&amp;nbsp;asked) what video monitor I have that works to monitor both boys' rooms. This is the one I have. And I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Infant-Touch-Digital-Monitor/dp/B004B762AK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1323814405&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Infant-Touch-Digital-Monitor/dp/B004B762AK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1323814405&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken some pictures with my digital camera to post on here, but the camera is in the other room, so you'll have to click on the link to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another, ever so slightly, cheaper unit first (by Samsung) and quickly returned it as it automatically goes silent unless there is a 'noise' in the room if you turn the video part off. Ok, maybe some people want that, but I'm not big into a machine telling me what 'noises' are worth hearing. I'll trust my own ears thankyouverymuch. I much prefer the quiet, reassuring noise of my boys' sound machines running in their rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons this baby monitor is&amp;nbsp;fantastic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video- while not stellar, the video is good, I can see what I need to see (though sometimes at night I have to ask Andy where Jackson is if he is hidden in his pile of stuffed animals. Obviously better the closer it is to your 'subject'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 second scan feature- the monitor scans each room every 8 seconds. While the neurotic part of me would love to have two monitors running continuously- simultaneously, I'm (mostly) sure this is the best option for monitoring two rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security- the way this monitor is set up, I don't think people just driving by (even with the same receiver) can pick it up. You have to have the receiver within a few feet of the monitor when you set it up, and even have to press a 'sync' button to pickup the signal. I feel moderately secure with this system (I think it's probably naive to think there is NO chance someone else could view the monitor, but this system really would make it VERY difficult.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk feature/Pan and Zoom- You can 'talk' through an intercom on the monitor. I use this frequently to tell Jackson to 'Get back in bed!'. The look on his face is priceless as he wonders how I know what he is up to. The pan feature remotely moves the camera to view different parts of the room. It is great for 'finding' the toddler who is SUPPOSED to be in bed napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to use/touch screen- all very simple and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can add up to 4 cameras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the charger seems to be designed with sleep deprived parents in mind. There is no little cord to plug into a tiny hole. You just put it on the base and make sure it 'clicks' or lines up (easy to do with your eyes closed/in the dark) and you are good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's pricy, but totally worth it as an everyday use baby/toddler item TIMES TWO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8669851192511388110?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8669851192511388110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/monitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8669851192511388110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8669851192511388110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/monitor.html' title='Monitor'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5709849798491917686</id><published>2011-12-13T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T05:44:56.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>It all started with an innocent 'no computer day' on Saturday- it was wonderful. We went to Overland Park to spend time with my mom and sister, then snuggled up and watched a movie once we got home and got the kids to bed. Sunday was busy too, and by then I was outta the 'groove'. Just writing these words feels a little painful. Sometimes it is so relaxing? relieving? to take a break from looking at the computer screen. So, uh. I'm still here. Still going to try to finish the challenge I set for myself. Check back later today, and harass me if you haven't heard anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5709849798491917686?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5709849798491917686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5709849798491917686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5709849798491917686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5157539721306640759</id><published>2011-12-08T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:55:41.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless. . .Thursday, Yeah, Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LotgndTD88/TuDNYRfsV6I/AAAAAAAACBA/3R9n1fwsPB4/s1600/IMG_6519esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LotgndTD88/TuDNYRfsV6I/AAAAAAAACBA/3R9n1fwsPB4/s400/IMG_6519esm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASG0swFkskc/TuDNpiylhOI/AAAAAAAACBU/zjVC-RR6IJ4/s1600/IMG_6522esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvBkq6ciMfE/TuDNgZoe_2I/AAAAAAAACBM/PjbcUQRD8eI/s1600/IMG_6521esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvBkq6ciMfE/TuDNgZoe_2I/AAAAAAAACBM/PjbcUQRD8eI/s400/IMG_6521esm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASG0swFkskc/TuDNpiylhOI/AAAAAAAACBU/zjVC-RR6IJ4/s1600/IMG_6522esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASG0swFkskc/TuDNpiylhOI/AAAAAAAACBU/zjVC-RR6IJ4/s400/IMG_6522esm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5157539721306640759?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5157539721306640759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless-thursday-yeah-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5157539721306640759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5157539721306640759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless-thursday-yeah-whatever.html' title='Wordless. . .Thursday, Yeah, Whatever.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LotgndTD88/TuDNYRfsV6I/AAAAAAAACBA/3R9n1fwsPB4/s72-c/IMG_6519esm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8043515608012619319</id><published>2011-12-07T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:23:24.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housewife Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If there are 18 pieces of laundry in every load, and every load takes an hour and a half to wash and dry, it is noon now and I have approximately 120 pieces of laundry; how long is it going to take me to finish this pile of laundry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Forever (Yep, that’s how it feels.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3 days (Because who has time to switch out laundry when the buzzer goes off, and let’s not forget the load we leave in overnight that has to be rewashed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;10.5 hours (Who are you, and how did you have time to calculate my laundry time? Do you also have time to come help me do a load? Thanks!)&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/8091624100099892305-8043515608012619319?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8043515608012619319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/housewife-math.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8043515608012619319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8043515608012619319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/housewife-math.html' title='Housewife Math'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4828710577135001817</id><published>2011-12-06T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:17:43.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Story</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I don't feel completely comfortable posting my birth story here. I don't know why. Just something about the 'once it's on the internet it's there forever'. BUT I'd love to share it with you. Really! But to warn you- it's LONG.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read it, I'd love to share it with you.&amp;nbsp;Leave a comment with your email or send me one at katherine.spiess (at) gmail.com, and I'd be more than happy to send it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you just looking for the 'highlights': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water broke around 1:30am, just a small leak (the exact same way as when I had Jackson, but ten days 'later') on my due date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital at 7am (at my midwifes direction, had it been up to me, I would have waited). We&amp;nbsp;made it to the L&amp;amp;D room at 8am and Bennett was born a little before 11am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped for a natural birth and thanks to a great birth team (husband, doula, midwife) and my birth plan,&amp;nbsp;I was able to acheive it. I wouldn't have it any other way if I were to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4828710577135001817?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4828710577135001817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/birth-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4828710577135001817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4828710577135001817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/birth-story.html' title='Birth Story'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4925729625032705146</id><published>2011-12-05T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:08:08.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies!!</title><content type='html'>Remember when I was complaing about my long list of 'To Do'. Make banana bread was letter&amp;nbsp;e and got done the next day. I was feeling ambitious and invited Jackson to help me (along with everyone else as you can see- our dogs go BANANAS for bananas, seriously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0QYmhJih4o/TtqC8ATDjwI/AAAAAAAAB_o/_vh-4NCsvZ4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0QYmhJih4o/TtqC8ATDjwI/AAAAAAAAB_o/_vh-4NCsvZ4/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the chaos of our kitchen. I could pretend it usually doesn't look like that, but it does. For the record, though, I made two batches, hence the chaotic amount of bowls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOlRajencgc/TtqC8WOWXMI/AAAAAAAAB_0/VnS38ZNScdQ/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOlRajencgc/TtqC8WOWXMI/AAAAAAAAB_0/VnS38ZNScdQ/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he had a good time, until he got distracted and I found him desperately trying to pry the box of baking soda open. When I asked him in exasperation what he was doing. He replied- COOKIES! pointing to the picture on the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIhv8ELclAE/TtqC8vnnBhI/AAAAAAAACAA/jCjXA8ila7Q/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIhv8ELclAE/TtqC8vnnBhI/AAAAAAAACAA/jCjXA8ila7Q/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4925729625032705146?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4925729625032705146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4925729625032705146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4925729625032705146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies!!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0QYmhJih4o/TtqC8ATDjwI/AAAAAAAAB_o/_vh-4NCsvZ4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6593963679209783801</id><published>2011-12-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T05:30:02.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-bYT90nFc/TtqG7w6z4DI/AAAAAAAACAg/DhsXgG-xptE/s1600/s3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-bYT90nFc/TtqG7w6z4DI/AAAAAAAACAg/DhsXgG-xptE/s640/s3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQGTgPGtCPs/TtqLcwzopsI/AAAAAAAACA4/7sZ2Favk8os/s1600/s2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQGTgPGtCPs/TtqLcwzopsI/AAAAAAAACA4/7sZ2Favk8os/s640/s2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8IrVcb2UYU/TtqIj4MStzI/AAAAAAAACAo/b2zVnLDtI2o/s1600/s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8IrVcb2UYU/TtqIj4MStzI/AAAAAAAACAo/b2zVnLDtI2o/s640/s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which one do you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6593963679209783801?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6593963679209783801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/editing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6593963679209783801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6593963679209783801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/editing.html' title='Editing.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-bYT90nFc/TtqG7w6z4DI/AAAAAAAACAg/DhsXgG-xptE/s72-c/s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1516613663265047540</id><published>2011-12-03T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:46:39.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>I'm big into books, incase you haven't noticed. I usually buy the boys a&amp;nbsp;book for birthdays and Christmas as 'gifts' and write their name and date inside the cover, sometimes with a small note. The two I bought for this Christmas were 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' and 'Polar Express'. Even though they are 'gifts' I have them out right now so we can read Christmas stories.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, at 2 years old, is infatuated with all things Christmas. When he saw the tree we got out tonight he was mesmerised. He first called it 'Santa Clause' but immediately caught on when we told him it was, infact, a&amp;nbsp;christmas tree. Later, when he saw it lit up for the first time, his response was simply 'Wow' with a wide eyed look of toddler awe. Sigh. Anyone who complains about Christmas decorations being up too early or too late obviously doesn't have a toddler.&amp;nbsp;Four weeks just doesn't seem long enough to bask in twinkly lights and talk about fat men in red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story (yeah, I get distracted easily). I was reading Polar Express tonight to Jackson. Have you read it recently? If not, I REALLY recommend it. I don't know if I've ever really read it before. I mean I knew it was&amp;nbsp;about a train, and Christmas (which it is). I'm not going to ruin it for you. But you might need a box of tissues. My voice caught so many times and I had to start countless sentences over to get through them clearly. Andy walked in an I quite literally had tears in my eyes (ok, running down my cheeks). Am I just hormonal? Anyone else have that reaction to it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a fantastic holiday season with your little ones. I'm pretty sure one of the best things about being a parent is seeing the world through your children's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1516613663265047540?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1516613663265047540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/polar-express.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1516613663265047540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1516613663265047540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/polar-express.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8997369168934066507</id><published>2011-12-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:30:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More stories that probably aren't that interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I went to Target yesterday. Did you see the 10 gift card w/$50 purchase? Yeah I had printed two of those. I needed to make two transactions, because spending 50 bucks at Target is nothing, right? (Don’t tell my husband I said that.) I got cash out of the ATM so Chloe could do one transaction- thinking this would simplify things. (Ok, I was worried they wouldn't let me do both transactions w/the coupons.)The ATM gave me brand new bills. I HATE brand new bills. Chloe pays but after she gives me the bills she didn’t use to pay with, I realize she must have given the cashier an extra 20. I tell the cashier so, but he’s already put the money in the register. He calls a manager. I suggest counting the register- while I realize this is a huge pain, it’s realistically the only way to know for sure. He tells me they have to review the video. I say, go for it. Did he think I was scamming them? And them viewing the video would scare me away? Because, you know, I REALLY wanted to be standing there having this conversation with a fussy baby on my hip and a toddler who I had been away from for almost 4 hours (yes, this is a crazy long time for me, and him). Anyway. The ‘video’ showed only 4 $20s. Right. Because a video was going to be able to show you stuck together bills. Right. After asking REPEATEDLY what would happen when the register was ‘over’ by $20 at the end of the night, he finally took my number to call me if that happened. This morning I was still fuming. Wrote a letter to Target but couldn’t find anywhere to send it to. I finally decided to call the store and talk to the general manager. As I’m dialing, 913-327 . . . .the exact number I was dialing popped up. Victory. They ‘found’ my 20. Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8997369168934066507?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8997369168934066507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-stories-that-probably-arent-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8997369168934066507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8997369168934066507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-stories-that-probably-arent-that.html' title='More stories that probably aren&apos;t that interesting.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4517539014408624873</id><published>2011-12-01T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:44:28.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever tell you about that time I puked on a bus full of European tourists? No, ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last Christmas we went on a cruise. I booked the cruise in September. I was *hoping* I’d be pregnant, but it wasn’t looking like it because I hadn’t even gotten my period back at that point (TMI?). Anyway, that’s how I came to be on a cruise ship for the last couple of weeks of my first trimester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now I’m a motion sickness queen. Though I don’t get SICK often, I take Dramamine like crazy and chug Ginger Ale like it’s going out of style. I don’t do well on boats, airplanes, trains, or even cars! The cruise was REALLY rough. Adding morning sickness + almost a full week of motion sickness was painful. I have vivid memories of lying on the bed of our cabin trying not to puke, the sea violently rocking outside of the porthole, rationing out how much Dramamine and Benadryl I have left and when to use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Onto the bus full of tourists. We only took two ‘excursions’ (guided tours from the boat). There were 6 ports in all, and the other 4 ports we did on foot exploring the city. Our two excursions were Egypt, and Rhodes, Greece. The Rhodes Excursion took us to the Acropolis via a 45 minute bus ride. We ended up in the back of the bus (fail 1). Andy and I took two seats with 13 month old Jackson on our shared laps (fail 2). The bus was rough on the small Greek roads- especially in the back. Add a squirmy 13 month old, oh yeah and that morning sickness, and it was a recipe for disaster. Halfway through the trip I started to feel my stomach churn, the acid burning my mouth. I knew what was about to happen. I deserted my husband and baby and jumped two seats up where no one was sitting. Our friends who were on the trip with us (and their 14 month old) came to check on me/offer water or gum. I declined and tried to do some even breathing. The one thing that kept me going was knowing there was a bathroom on the bus, halfway down the aisle. Surely if there was an emergency I could make it that far. Not long after I knew I had to make my way up the aisle, quickly. It was getting bad. Really bad. I lurched up the aisle, hands to my mouth. I made it to the bathroom only to find out it was LOCKED, you know because it was such a short bus ride. Uhhhhhh, well, I didn’t make it. It wasn’t bad, but it was. I spent the rest of the day smelling like you-know-what. Thankfully I got mostly sympathetic smiles from the other English speaking passengers (especially after I gesture to my stomach and explain my small addition- pregnant women get away with almost anything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sorry for all the graphic details. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll tell you about the excitement on our excursion in Egypt too, which includes fog, TWO separate two and a half hour bus rides, a hands-y, gun carrying security guard and the Great Pyramids and Sphinx photo ops.&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/8091624100099892305-4517539014408624873?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4517539014408624873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-i-ever-tell-you-about-that-time-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4517539014408624873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4517539014408624873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-i-ever-tell-you-about-that-time-i.html' title='Did I ever tell you about that time I puked on a bus full of European tourists? No, ok.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3032833153867936938</id><published>2011-11-30T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:25:04.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately we've been talking to Jackson about sharing. He doesn't really get the concept, and that's ok (according to our Parents as Teachers educator sharing is somthing that usually 'clicks' closer to 3 years). While he doesn't totally get the concept of sharing, he is starting to get the cocept of 'Bennett's Toys'. While I was wrapping gifts the other day, Jackson found one of B's toys- a tray for the Bumbo we already have. I told Jackson that we could not open it because it was for Bennett for Christmas. I don't really remember what happened after that. I went back to wrapping presents and a while later found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36ECoOf_0oY/Ttbk9Dd8WRI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dJyXjjqtwfk/s1600/benn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36ECoOf_0oY/Ttbk9Dd8WRI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dJyXjjqtwfk/s640/benn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3032833153867936938?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3032833153867936938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/sharing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3032833153867936938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3032833153867936938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36ECoOf_0oY/Ttbk9Dd8WRI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dJyXjjqtwfk/s72-c/benn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8466389018915856547</id><published>2011-11-29T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:29:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should YOU be doing?</title><content type='html'>Really it's what should I be doing. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) laundry&lt;br /&gt;b) emptying/loading dishes&lt;br /&gt;c) brushing dogs&lt;br /&gt;d) vacuuming&lt;br /&gt;e) using over-ripe bananas for banana bread&lt;br /&gt;f) christmas list/shopping&lt;br /&gt;g) 'working out' aka playing fruit ninja on the kinect, which really ISN'T working out&lt;br /&gt;h) finding a recipe for the chicken I have thawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) taking care of two grumpy boys who cut their naps short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This is my second post for the day. Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8466389018915856547?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8466389018915856547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-should-you-be-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8466389018915856547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8466389018915856547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-should-you-be-doing.html' title='What should YOU be doing?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6161416661700008199</id><published>2011-11-29T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:56:19.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a good (board) book?</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened. We knew it would, I guess. I missed a day. Going to try to get two going today. I threw, ah, put together, a lit of some of our favorite board books (though it looks like at least a couple aren't 'board books' they still come in that version!). I love board books for little hands- they are so durable. Anything that can withstand uncoordinated little hands, dropping, throwing, being stepped on and bent backwards is a win in 'my book'. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite (Board) Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW5pxqxEFDs/TtUB_vaGEQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/39FXr2cQXBc/s1600/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW5pxqxEFDs/TtUB_vaGEQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/39FXr2cQXBc/s640/group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bear Snores On&lt;/em&gt;. This is Jackson’s favorite book right now. I like it too. I really like rhyming books, I just think they are fun to read. I got this one at the PX in Germany. I remember when Jackson was a baby I’d get a book almost every time I’d go. I’m so glad I did because it seems lately there are so many other things to get, often books aren’t at the top of my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UL0Kx3nr9kg/TtU2LDBwv7I/AAAAAAAAB_E/C9OqZp85Kus/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UL0Kx3nr9kg/TtU2LDBwv7I/AAAAAAAAB_E/C9OqZp85Kus/s400/b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Bear-Snores-Classic-Board-Books/dp/1416902724/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573580&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and The Big Hungry Bear.&lt;/em&gt; This one we own isn’t actually a board book (but the link I included is the board version). Our copy was mine as a child! It’s really very short and simple. I remember it being one of my favorites, and Jackson loves it too. Especially the part where the bear STOMP STOMP STOMPs  and SNIFF SNIFF SNIFFs. It’s all as fun as you make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bjPGEwK1iE/TtU2VpUxB5I/AAAAAAAAB_M/tIsK9neMj1o/s1600/IMG_6129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bjPGEwK1iE/TtU2VpUxB5I/AAAAAAAAB_M/tIsK9neMj1o/s400/IMG_6129.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Little-Strawberry-Hungry-Childs-Library/dp/0859536599/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573638&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke-a-Dot: Old MacDonalds Farm. Another Germany PX book that has been a big hit in our house for well over a year. This one has plastic dots you can pop. You pop them on one side, then turn the page and pop them back. The story is pretty lame (the lyrics to Old MacDonald had a farm), but the popping? Never gets old. I actually just had to replace it with another pop book because the binding on ours was trashed (re: toddler standing on books) but not because the pops wore out! Though the new book pops a bit louder than the one it replaced. I replaced it with the &lt;em&gt;Monkeys Jumping On The Bed&lt;/em&gt; version, but think I prefer the farm version because each page has different animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nHB5R7yTHc/TtU10XRRMAI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Lv0EJEzHtpw/s1600/monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nHB5R7yTHc/TtU10XRRMAI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Lv0EJEzHtpw/s400/monkey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Poke---Dot-MacDonalds-Poke-able-Poppin/dp/160169024X/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573479&amp;amp;sr=1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night Moon. I’m pretty sure EVERY parent has this, right? If not, it’s a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X20VBnaohzw/TtTtWNiL_VI/AAAAAAAAB-U/gS6V45klwPo/s1600/m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X20VBnaohzw/TtTtWNiL_VI/AAAAAAAAB-U/gS6V45klwPo/s400/m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Goodnight-Moon-Margaret-Wise-Brown/dp/0694003611/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573415&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Goodnight-Moon-Margaret-Wise-Brown/dp/0694003611/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573415&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I debated on which book to list last, and came up with this one. We LOVE Dr. Seuss around here and I think Theres a Wocket in my Pocket is our tried and true favorite (board book). It also may be the very first book we read Jackson- it even served as an occasional teething toy during that first year.&amp;nbsp; As you can see, it is VERY well loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMg9AQxbwls/TtTtHJR6PvI/AAAAAAAAB90/b9JX8WNPGvw/s1600/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMg9AQxbwls/TtTtHJR6PvI/AAAAAAAAB90/b9JX8WNPGvw/s400/w.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Wocket-Pocket-SeusssRidiculous/dp/0679882839/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573203&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Wocket-Pocket-SeusssRidiculous/dp/0679882839/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322573203&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to look for books to take pictures of, I ame across these two that I couldn't leave out either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE Llama, Llama books, period. Llama, Llama Mad At Mama is our current favorite. This might sound a little crazy, but I don't *love* reading books to Jackson where the characters are generally being little butt heads. It's like I think that somehow if he doesn't see these characters acting like that he won't display that behavior? Ha ha ha. But I make sure to use it as an example of how NOT to act, and we talk about&amp;nbsp;the little&amp;nbsp;llama's behavior.&amp;nbsp;One of the lines is, "Llama llama, that's ENOUGH" which Mama Llama is telling Little Llama after he throws a GIANT tantrum in the middle of the Shop-o-rama. We both practice telling little Llama that is ENOUGH, and remind him that we don't throw fits (a frequent conversation in our house). There is even a Llama Llama Holiday Drama, but I can't swallow the 15.29 pricetag at Walmart. Maybe it will go on sale after the holidays- though only so much rhymes with llama and I wonder if there is actually anything *new* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdX3w9teJc0/TtT7lQaxuAI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QrWym_EMUiY/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdX3w9teJc0/TtT7lQaxuAI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QrWym_EMUiY/s400/l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is &lt;em&gt;LOOK LOOK&lt;/em&gt;. When I was a first time mom, after reading how babies see high contrast colors best for a few months, I bought this book. You know, to make sure my baby would love books as much as I do. Ha. Jackson could have cared less, until recently. I don't know where it was hidden, but he found it and has&amp;nbsp;made sure it's in the pile of books to read at bedtime. He LOVES it. There isn't even a story, but whatever. Bennett saw it last night for the first time too and was MESMERISED! So I'm including it here. I think at least one high-contrast book is a good addition to any library :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8IkxaimZks/TtT7nuiaS8I/AAAAAAAAB-k/3uRF1_aAlCQ/s1600/lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8IkxaimZks/TtT7nuiaS8I/AAAAAAAAB-k/3uRF1_aAlCQ/s400/lo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Look-Peter-Linenthal/dp/0525420282/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322595495&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Look-Peter-Linenthal/dp/0525420282/ref=tmm_other_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322595495&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite children's book? Board or otherwise? We're always on the lookout for a GREAT one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6161416661700008199?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6161416661700008199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/looking-for-good-board-book.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6161416661700008199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6161416661700008199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/looking-for-good-board-book.html' title='Looking for a good (board) book?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW5pxqxEFDs/TtUB_vaGEQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/39FXr2cQXBc/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4805224278209051374</id><published>2011-11-27T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:27:57.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8:24pm</title><content type='html'>So it's already 8:24pm, and if you don't know me, I go to bed EARLY. I mean really early. So I don't have much for you today. I figured you were tired of hearing about bodily functions anyhow, and my next topic continues that trend. Potty-training. Jackson is, uh, mostly potty trained and it was quite the adventure. It's likely to be a long post, but one I want to write. Especially so I can look back on it in a couple of years before I decide to go through it all with B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Jackson dancing at the bowling alley today. Sorry, you have to turn your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8cDq3p7GkuE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4805224278209051374?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4805224278209051374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/824pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4805224278209051374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4805224278209051374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/824pm.html' title='8:24pm'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8cDq3p7GkuE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1901358493624038170</id><published>2011-11-26T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:00:03.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you don't see at 4am</title><content type='html'>Bennett is an inconsistent sleeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some nights he's slept 11+ straight through, and for a few nights in a row. Then he'll quickly change it up to being up THREE times in a night, or even rarely 4. It's tough. It's tough to be up that much, but it's also tough when he starts sleeping through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first couple of nights he doesn't get up, I'm up frequently&amp;nbsp;(like every hour)&amp;nbsp;after the times he's usually up. Just waiting, and checking the video monitor with an uncomfortably full set of milk makers, my mind and body are just UP. Eventually, though,&amp;nbsp;they adjust and we all get a few great nights sleep. &lt;br /&gt;But then. It's back up multiple times again. The latest catch is that B also uses this 4-5am time frame for his dialy poop. He doesn't poop any other time of the day.&amp;nbsp;4-5am. And if we're LUCKY he's done it before we go to get him. So we change, nurse and put him back to bed. On the not so lucky nights, we hear the grunting and pushing shortly after he's back in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this complaining and for what? It could be so much worse. Most of the time we get at least a 6 hour stretch (but not always) and I have an amazing husband who is able to function in his sleep, apparaently. I get it, this is what babies do, and I'm fine with it. Really. (As long as there is coffee in the morning!) Who wouldn't give up a few minutes sleep for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0oaqX8BUvQ/TtBUkJMEoXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/d7AXSx6wFn0/s1600/IMG_5732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0oaqX8BUvQ/TtBUkJMEoXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/d7AXSx6wFn0/s320/IMG_5732.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post because&amp;nbsp;I got a total kick out of seeing this the other morninig. I think we missed something MAJOR the night before! Eww! Parenting at it's . . .finest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUANOz3XjEc/TtBQ-LOo5qI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NNLfbkpFy8E/s1600/IMG_5929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUANOz3XjEc/TtBQ-LOo5qI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NNLfbkpFy8E/s320/IMG_5929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1901358493624038170?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1901358493624038170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-you-dont-see-at-4am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1901358493624038170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1901358493624038170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-you-dont-see-at-4am.html' title='The things you don&apos;t see at 4am'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0oaqX8BUvQ/TtBUkJMEoXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/d7AXSx6wFn0/s72-c/IMG_5732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4913201437665931264</id><published>2011-11-25T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T06:04:00.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like Kashi?</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Kashi. The Dark Mocha Almond Chewy Granola Bars are my FAV. Their 7 Grain Toaster Waffels are great, and their Go Lean Crunch Cereal is SO good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one problem. The cereal, the Go Lean Crunch, gives me such and upset stomach I've been thinking I'm pregnant, because SOMETHING is not right in my stomach region. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this site. &lt;a href="http://www.pleasegodno.com/archives/20-1-cup-Kashi-GoLEAN-Crunch-+-12-cup-milk-Endless-stomach-churning-gas..html"&gt;http://www.pleasegodno.com/archives/20-1-cup-Kashi-GoLEAN-Crunch-+-12-cup-milk-Endless-stomach-churning-gas..html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've had the cereal, and had to Google, "Kashi Go Lean GAS", you might not find this link as funny as I did. I just skimmed the article. The comments is where the money is at. I DIED laughing. Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4913201437665931264?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4913201437665931264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-like-kashi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4913201437665931264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4913201437665931264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-like-kashi.html' title='Do you like Kashi?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3202354720648790541</id><published>2011-11-24T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:28:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linking up with Faith's Photography Challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://faith-simplicity.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/5785268818_c439e9e23f_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The theme? Gratitude. I think this picture sums up what I'm grateful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2px0QEIWM8/TswhH8dGegI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/G1i3E8GQOOY/s1600/298882_10100233529546881_17000332_46386950_468091772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2px0QEIWM8/TswhH8dGegI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/G1i3E8GQOOY/s640/298882_10100233529546881_17000332_46386950_468091772_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture&amp;nbsp;embodies so much more than just the two beautiful boys I get to call mine. My family, my husband, our health and the life we've built together. . . the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3202354720648790541?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3202354720648790541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3202354720648790541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3202354720648790541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/5785268818_c439e9e23f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-533531595499405119</id><published>2011-11-23T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:09:03.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Occasionally we affectionately call Bennett 'Momo' from the movie Madagascar. . .Cause he's BIG, he's CHUNKY. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uy0SrWpfFmA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof: B @ 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQrfcJiRyE/Tsu38dnS_oI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kfIWrec8gdA/s1600/284816_10100171574001291_17000332_45777402_5490121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQrfcJiRyE/Tsu38dnS_oI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kfIWrec8gdA/s400/284816_10100171574001291_17000332_45777402_5490121_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cj_E4LzuppY/Tsu31EuDPkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/sm8QH8VXB5Q/s1600/314973_10100232177261871_17000332_46378509_563357500_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cj_E4LzuppY/Tsu31EuDPkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/sm8QH8VXB5Q/s400/314973_10100232177261871_17000332_46378509_563357500_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my boys have made it so I have a love for ALL shapes and sizes of babies. Ok, this might make me sound like a total asshole, but I used to feel bad for people with giant babies. Because weren't they missing out on the itty bitty baby thing? Now I know, your baby is your baby no matter how big (or small). It really&amp;nbsp;makes NO difference. Because unless you&amp;nbsp;see them next to a same aged/smaller baby, they&amp;nbsp;are still 'small' and just as&amp;nbsp;sweet and cuddly!&amp;nbsp;I love this big guy every bit as much as I love his 'little' big brother. I wouldn't trade these two for anything.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, little, furry ones, and the big, soft, squishy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAXZRsogc30/Tsu00XmUlwI/AAAAAAAAB8w/88oa0ntYUsQ/s1600/22363_721759625931_17000332_40999238_5995677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAXZRsogc30/Tsu00XmUlwI/AAAAAAAAB8w/88oa0ntYUsQ/s400/22363_721759625931_17000332_40999238_5995677_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrsFJmjf4Q/Tsu02qQFUZI/AAAAAAAAB84/83fzvvJ69tg/s1600/IMG_4723es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrsFJmjf4Q/Tsu02qQFUZI/AAAAAAAAB84/83fzvvJ69tg/s400/IMG_4723es.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;J @ 3 months&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;B @ 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could have sworn those were the same jeans, but looking at them now it sure doesn't look like it. I do know they are both pairs of 6-12m because we actually don't have any smaller 'jeans'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;**Dena- I totally just realized the double meaning here. How funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-533531595499405119?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/533531595499405119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/momo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/533531595499405119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/533531595499405119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/momo.html' title='Momo'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Uy0SrWpfFmA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2478007639217214301</id><published>2011-11-22T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:00:00.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult interaction and my knight in shining armor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mondays are always a little rough. Coming off the weekends are usually a bit of a letdown. There is plenty of cleaning and catching up to be done, and getting back into the swing of things with just me taking care of the boys can take it’s toll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yesterday Andy texted me at 4:30 telling me he was still in class (meaning it would be a while before he would be home). I’ve been working on our Thanksgiving shopping list and KNOW it’s going to take at least two trips to the store, if not three. So when Jackson woke from his nap in a pleasant mood I knew I needed to seize the opportunity. I got everyone dressed and headed out the door. I always park near a cart rack and use a cart to carry everyone inside. No luck today. ALL the racks were empty. Jackson very obediently held my hand and I lugged Benny and the diaper bag on my other arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Once inside we wandered the Christmas aisles. (Anyone who complains about the Christmas decorations out too early obviously doesn’t have small children.) We stopped to smell the holiday candles. Jackson enjoys doing this too and even names the colors (Orange! Green! Purple!) that he wants to smell. I chat with a lady with a toddler in her basket too about how whenever you ASK them to name a color they look at you like you are from Mars. I’m generally not a ‘chatter’. I’m just not good at it and unfortunately often keep on moving without making eye contact. Something I’m trying to do better on. Trying to be more ‘present’ in life. Later I ran into another mom with THREE boys. You know how you keep ending up in the same aisle with people sometimes? And you feel like you get to know them (as crazy as that sounds)? We kept running into each other and I stopped to ask about her THREE boys. She shared that she did also have a girl and another on the way! I love big families. I don’t know why, I just REALLY do. And there really isn’t much of a point to this story other than that it’s funny how sometimes exactly what you need is some ‘adult interaction’ in the form of a shopping trip to Walmart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As the often do, things quickly started to turn downhill. Jackson was getting a bit cranky and Benny was getting restless. Or maybe Benny was getting cranky and Jackson restless, I forget. I quickly hit the produce section and made my way to the checkout. The first one I got to was the 20 items or less. I quickly estimated I had ‘about’ 20 and stood in line. While standing there I start counting and realize I may be over, but only&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;by an item or two. At this point I made the decision to stick it out, overage and all. I manage to get everything up on the counter. Jackson is ‘helping’ me unload and Bennett is getting fussy. REALLY fussy. I’m starting to stress, trying to find my credit card to pay and someone comes up quickly behind me, touches my back, and approaches my kids. It took a second to process, but it was my dear husband, who had come home from school, realized we must still be at Walmart and drove the couple of blocks to come ‘rescue’ us. He helped me load the kids and groceries into the car and then met us back at home. Could I ask for anything more? &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/8091624100099892305-2478007639217214301?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2478007639217214301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/adult-interaction-and-my-knight-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2478007639217214301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2478007639217214301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/adult-interaction-and-my-knight-in.html' title='Adult interaction and my knight in shining armor'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-178397520042282180</id><published>2011-11-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:15:46.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yeah. I want to come back. I just don’t know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was looking through my old ‘comments’ trying to find a friend, and fellow blogger’s email address and came across&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl.html"&gt;this post.&lt;/a&gt; (It’s the one where I carefully outline why I’m POSITIVE I’m having a baby girl.) How fun is that? To look back on months later (knowing how wrong I was), hilarious! It’s always so fun to look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So I’m back to blogging, because I want to remember this crazy time, with two little guys, a fantastic husband (who got up with the kids this morning so I could sleep in), and two nutty dogs here in Kansas, of all places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So here it goes. My own 30 day challenge, I'm going to blog every day for the next 30 days, and if I never write another word after that, so be it, but I think I can make it 30 days, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Some of my favorite blogs are short, sweet, and to the point. It’s no longer all about the kids. Ok it is, because isn’t it ALWAYS about the kids? But I’m not going to stress about it, no worries about documenting every fun thing we've done, complete with uploaded pictures, and witty comments, because really, I just don't have the time. (But maybe I'll recap some of our favorite things I've never blogged about).&amp;nbsp;I'm just going to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I know this is a big undertaking with the holidays fast approaching and I'm sure there will be days I don’t even proofread. But I’m going to give this a&amp;nbsp;try, and maybe you all can throw me a comment or two and keep me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kat&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/8091624100099892305-178397520042282180?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/178397520042282180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/178397520042282180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/178397520042282180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4985845642684879559</id><published>2011-09-30T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:39:02.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Ok, so I totally suck as a blogger. However I AM still reading. Blogger hasn't been letting me comment lately so here are a couple of shout outs and urge to find me on facebook! Christy- you are a fantastic looking prego, can't wait to see your new little one; Em- your boys are PRECIOUS- wish we lived closer and I could help you out. And Nat- you always inspire me to do more: cooking, reading, activities with the boys- I have no idea how you have it all under control, but you make it look so easy! Ok that was probably kinda lame and awkward, but I wanted to say those things, and I've tried multiple times to post on your blogs but it's just not working. . and I currently lack the time to figure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;wanted to stop back in and share my top 5 quarterly photos. I totally couldn't just post 5, but the stars are the ones I have tagged as my favorites, for now :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zadeko1_RoU/ToZ3HX0FWyI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/WZBquqA1tdY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zadeko1_RoU/ToZ3HX0FWyI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/WZBquqA1tdY/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS9Nf4xhV7Y/ToZ3CnJUVBI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Dp7wNuypC1A/s1600/1+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS9Nf4xhV7Y/ToZ3CnJUVBI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Dp7wNuypC1A/s320/1+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PbW8Ynmu9s/ToZ3vBkcIDI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/oULj46gh6lg/s1600/1+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Look, you've even inspired me to post more! Here are a couple of pictures of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5UOv8RTms4/TjNiXPRPIQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/me1PKve0O10/s1600/B..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5UOv8RTms4/TjNiXPRPIQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/me1PKve0O10/s320/B..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bennett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGSOZhw9kRk/TjNiX_pnY0I/AAAAAAAAB5c/PQcRQ9h0ucg/s1600/J..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGSOZhw9kRk/TjNiX_pnY0I/AAAAAAAAB5c/PQcRQ9h0ucg/s320/J..jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4361447189266666354?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4361447189266666354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4361447189266666354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4361447189266666354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5UOv8RTms4/TjNiXPRPIQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/me1PKve0O10/s72-c/B..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6680923022435730153</id><published>2011-07-17T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:22:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett!</title><content type='html'>Our little BOY made his appearance on his due date, 7/11.&amp;nbsp;If you don't remember, I was COMPLETELY convinced he was a girl. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;if you&amp;nbsp;find me on facebook, there are a few more&amp;nbsp;:). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kls@ksu.edu"&gt;kls@ksu.edu&lt;/a&gt; (though that is NOT a current email, you can search for me that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0T9mrzS7JbQ/TiNlfy6333I/AAAAAAAAB5M/R5ot4Y-z-yQ/s1600/IMG_6569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0T9mrzS7JbQ/TiNlfy6333I/AAAAAAAAB5M/R5ot4Y-z-yQ/s320/IMG_6569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to keep up with you all, and unfortunately looks like I won't be blogging much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6680923022435730153?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6680923022435730153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/bennett.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6680923022435730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6680923022435730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/bennett.html' title='Bennett!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0T9mrzS7JbQ/TiNlfy6333I/AAAAAAAAB5M/R5ot4Y-z-yQ/s72-c/IMG_6569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2317856174064783145</id><published>2011-07-08T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:27:48.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/3/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we are mostly settled here in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kansas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. As settled as you can be when still living off of only the things we brought in our suitcases (and have bought, or borrowed). We do have a nice little house in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Leavenworth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, just waiting, waiting on our things to get here. (We are super thankful to have family in the area. I can’t imagine this move, at this time, if we didn’t have them here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of waiting. . . We are still anxiously waiting on our newest family member to make his/her appearance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I don’t think I ever started thinking too seriously about labor. When my water broke, it was a Thursday evening and Andy was off for the next four days. The house was stocked with food for the weekend, and my husband had just opened a beer, ha. Not to say I wasn’t planning some of those labor-starting activities (long walks,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;. . .) that weekend, but I actually expected the baby to be born after my due date. My water started leaking and it took me a while to be sure. When I finally told Andy I *thought* my water had broken, he shrugged it off and didn’t really understand the situation until I told him I was *really pretty sure* my water had broken (I’m not the type to get all hyped up unless I’m sure, but I’m also not the type to say anything unless I’m pretty sure, so just me mentioning it meant that I thought we were on the road to meeting our little guy). Andy says he didn’t really believe it until we went to the hospital and the doctor said, yep, that’s your water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway back to this bundle. Around 36 weeks we were pretty stressed. Andy was just in from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and we were trying to sort out where exactly we would be living, and generally getting settled. In the evenings I’d have a lot of pressure and just not feel ‘right’. I had to go in to the doctors office to ‘confirm the pregnancy’ because, you know, it wasn’t obvious at 36 weeks that I was growing a baby. Anyhow, the nurse practitioner I saw told me I was having a ‘real contraction’ and it all kind of clicked. I started thinking this babe would be coming sooner than later. I took it easy all weekend, because I really wanted to make it to that 37 week mark. Over the next days the ‘contractions’ slowed down and weren’t nearly as strong- back to what you’d expect for Braxton hicks. Then all through 38 weeks things were really quiet. In life, and in my uterus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This baby has decided to stay put. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever since 10 days before my due date (the number of days early &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was) I’ve started to get anxious. Well intermittently anxious and relaxed. I often think, will this baby EVER come out? Does my body really know what it’s doing?. . .mixed with a larger dose of relaxed, This baby will come when it is ready. Waiting is good, and exciting. There is nothing like the weeks before you deliver. Often wondering if ‘today’ could be the day. Right now I’m feeling zen- and KNOWING my body and baby will start labor when they are ready. Excited for the moment when they clue me into their plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now I’m off to browse things to do tomorrow- because while tomorrow might be the day, it’s just as likely (if not more) that it’s not, and I’m soaking up my days (and nights) with just one baby. . .who sleeps through the night &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2317856174064783145?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2317856174064783145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/7311.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2317856174064783145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2317856174064783145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/7311.html' title='7/3/11'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8164174775966906687</id><published>2011-06-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:21:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lately</title><content type='html'>Wow. The past two weeks have flown by. We’ve been in Kansas for a little over two weeks now, and just today Andy is driving here (from Chicago) with our two giant dogs in tow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that? You didn’t know we were planning on moving? Neither did we. Less than a month ago Andy got an email asking if he would like to take an open spot at Ft. Leavenworth. It really is a great opportunity for him, and the fact that my mom and sister live about 45 minutes away from that base, made it something we really wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we were planning on moving in September/October. NOT May/June. We were planning a relaxing summer. We were planning on having another sweet little German baby. . . . but, as is Army life, things change quickly. My first call was to my OB to see how late he would let me fly (I was already 32+ weeks). After getting the ok to fly before hitting the 34 week mark, we spent the next weeks anxiously getting all the Army paperwork sorted out and starting the process of moving all our people, things, and dogs 4,000 miles from Germany to Kansas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew with Jackson by myself (something I had sworn not to do again anytime soon after our trip this spring) on the 10+ hour flight from Munich to Chicago. It wasn’t great, and it wasn’t awful, but we made it safe and sound. I was thoroughly convinced EVERYTHING would be fine, we were in the US, we spoke the language, what could possibly go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When landing in the US you have to go through passport control (did you know there is a military line at O’Hare?- military friends- use it!) and then pick up all your bags and clear customs (basically push it through the magic door to the ‘US’ and then drop it back off). But to add to the challenge- do it with a cranky toddler, and make sure you have no less than 3 large suitcases, a giant carseat, and a stroller. . .Eek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane ride to Chicago had been an extra 45 minutes due to a change in the flight route because of ash still spewing out of the volcano in Iceland- meaning, of course, that we missed our connecting flight. As I push my stroller and heavy, overloaded push cart with all of our luggage, a United (we almost always fly United) worker stopped me, told me I was going the wrong way, and that I needed to stop so she could help me. I’m a bit stubborn and almost never, ask for help. The combination of the fact that it was after midnight Germany time, 34 week pregnancy hormones, and general exhaustion of travelling with a toddler led me to break out in tears. Which actually helped (and eventually hurt) our experience over the next few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day of all those tornados in KC? And all up the Midwest to Chicago? Yes, THAT was the day we were flying. Many, many flights were cancelled and it was next to impossible to get on another flight that night. Somehow the worker who offered to help me (and pull me to the side so I didn’t have to stand in the HOURS long line) got us two seats on the 8:05 flight to KC.. Relieved, we only had three hours until the flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought outrageously priced snacks and we waited for our flight. About 30 minutes before our scheduled take off our flight was cancelled. I raced to the ‘rebooking’ line to wait and see what the next step was. After watching person after person get told there was nothing they book them on tomorrow but that they could do standby or get a connecting flight somewhere else and then try to get to MCI, I approached the counter already on the verge of tears (now after 3 am Germany time) and told the lady that I could not fly stand by, and needed a direct flight. She told me they didn’t have anything the next day (Thursday), but they could get me on the Friday morning flight. I said fine, as long as I could get a hotel. She told me that wouldn’t be a problem (with hesitation in her eyes?) and gave me a number to call for discounted hotel prices that you can use when your flight is cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, this is good, Jackson and I both desperately need to sleep and we can just spend a day at the hotel relaxing before coming back to deal with all the craziness. Before I left the counter another worker came over and started telling people that the airport was going to set up cots in terminal C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cots? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal C? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look doubtfully at the United lady in front of me and leave to call for a hotel. I dial the number, a recording prompts and tells me there are no discounted hotel rooms left in Chicago. What? None? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until this point I didn’t honestly understand the extent of the storms in the Midwest, or the fact that O’Hare had cancelled HUNDREDS of flights that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sum up the next bit as best I can, first of all telling you my Motorola RaZr (which my sister constantly makes fun of) I’ve had for 4 years has a pretty much dead battery. So I couldn’t use it unless it was an emergency, because the call would cut out and the battery would die pretty much right away. I was all alone in the Chicago airport with (almost) no phone, and no idea where we would be spending the night. Terminal C? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my fellow passengers offered help. One man was going to drive to Kansas City and said I could ride with him. . .a lady offered her hotel room to share. Neither good options, but both were better than Terminal C, where I was guaranteed to not get much/any sleep with my big, uncomfortable belly and adventurous toddler. Eventually I got pointed to an information kiosk with local hotel ‘hotlines’ that I could use for free. Of course EVERYWHERE was booked, I finally found a hotel about 30 minutes away. I took the room, and went to get a cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about cancelled flights? You don’t get your checked luggage. OR car seat if you checked it. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the cab, who has never heard of the hotel we need to go to. Told that it would be fare and a half because it was out of his ‘area’. There is rain pouring down. I have my toddler on my lap. He repeatedly turns on the overhead light to check directions. We get (slightly) lost. Finally we arrive at the Doubletree in Wooddale, IL. The give us cookies and a room with two full beds (I was told we would get a king, but would have taken the room regardless). Jackson has a great time taking a bath (5am Germany time, 10pm Chicago time) and we quickly crash into a fitful sleep. I literally wake up EVERY hour. At 4am Jackson wakes up too. I get up and call Andy while Jack watches cartoons. Andy encourages me to call United and see if there is anything open for that day. I’m discouraged, and think, there can’t possibly be anything- they would have booked it yesterday! But I call, and wait 32 minutes to talk to someone who insists I must talk to the International line, for a flight from Chicago to Kansas City? Really. The international part is over (can you imagine all this had happened internationally? OMG, we totally would have been sleeping in Terminal C!). The lady says she can have me on the 8am flight (it’s almost 5 by now. Still in our pajamas we call for a taxi, throw our things in a bag, get to the airport and hold our breath until the flight boards, and thankfully takes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson slept the entire flight, and making it safe and sound to MCI made me pretty much not care about anything else. It was my mom’s lunch break before she could come pick us up, but I was MORE than happy to hang out at the airport that was in the right city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve spent the past two weeks buying a sweet new ride- pictures to come. And trying to figure out the insurance/hospital/having a baby thing, which I think is finally sorted out. Andy will be here this evening and our next step is to find a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go ahead and post this without pictures or proofreading, because if I tried to include either of those things, this would very likely never get posted! Just wanted you all to know we are safe and sound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8164174775966906687?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8164174775966906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-lately.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8164174775966906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8164174775966906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-lately.html' title='Life Lately'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1637148997771057535</id><published>2011-05-08T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:49:05.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s30oC7eJGHE/TcbSxLYraWI/AAAAAAAAB3c/T9djqeFos-g/s1600/mother%2527s+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s30oC7eJGHE/TcbSxLYraWI/AAAAAAAAB3c/T9djqeFos-g/s640/mother%2527s+day.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling thankful this Mother's Day. For both amazing women I get to call 'Mom' and for both amazing beings I get to call 'Baby'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't often I'm away from Jackson. No real reason, other than I don't want to be away from him often, I guess. Today I went to a baby shower to celebrate one of my good friends who is an adorable&amp;nbsp;mommy-to-be. I was gone for a few hours and had a great time sipping punch, munching on 'shower food', and trying not to say the word 'cute'. When I got home I was greeted with the BIGGEST grin and a running hug from my little man. Oh, sigh. Does life get any better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SaWREWDOfKg/TcbXcck-fqI/AAAAAAAAB3g/r2MjB6r9MVU/s1600/m2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SaWREWDOfKg/TcbXcck-fqI/AAAAAAAAB3g/r2MjB6r9MVU/s640/m2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all my wonderful 'Mommy Blogger' friends out there. I hope it is fantastic. (Especially my friend &lt;a href="http://homebrewedbaby.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; who's precious twin boys are home celebrating with her! Thinking of you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1637148997771057535?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1637148997771057535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-thankful-this-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1637148997771057535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1637148997771057535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-thankful-this-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s30oC7eJGHE/TcbSxLYraWI/AAAAAAAAB3c/T9djqeFos-g/s72-c/mother%2527s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5860637718268179850</id><published>2011-05-01T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:52:49.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>So I wrote this earlier in the week planning on coming back to it to spruce it up but I have not yet, so here is a terribly unexciting recount of our trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we are back. Have been for 3+ days but I've been recovering. Three countries (or does Germany make it 4?) in 8 days really, REALLY took it out of me. BUT I knew you all would want an update so here it is (sorry I'm making you go to the photo blog to see pictures. . . but I know you'll do it for new 'bump' pictures. . .right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove the "6" (ahem, 8) hour drive to Paris uneventfully on Saturday morning. We checked into our FABULOUS hotel and were quickly out the door to master the metro and check out Notre Dame. This is when we learned our first lesson "all subway stations are not created equal". I assumed we could just hit whichever was closest and it would get us home (relatively) easily. Ha. 3 change overs later we got back, had some dinner and hit the hay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and Monday we spent sightseeing. Hitting up the Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Sacre Couer, Arc de Triomph, and I'm sure there are a few I forgot. Paris is HUGE and even taking the metro everywhere there was a TON of walking. We didn't make it up the Eiffel Tower or into the Louvre, but we enjoyed a lot of time outside wandering the various parks and river walks. Much more our speed :) We even ran into some friends from where we are stationed by the metro at Sacre Coeur! Crazy! (There was also some minor, ahem, major, drama when I realized I had forgotten my camera charger! Thankfully we found a professional camera shop Monday morning, but it was a long weekend of worry!) &lt;a href="http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-paris.html"&gt;http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-paris.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday drove the short (3 hour) drive from Paris to Bruges. Bruges is a beautiful medieval city in Belgium. The plan was to explore Bruges the first day and take a train to Brussels the second. I started having HORRIBLE foot pain on our last day in Paris and we quickly realized it just wasn't going to work. We ended up taking our time Thursday and enjoying the perfectly sized city. . .and all the Belgium beer (for Andy!) and chocolate we could handle. :) &lt;a href="http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-bruges-belgium.html"&gt;http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-bruges-belgium.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we drove 2 hours to Keukenhof gardens in The Netherlands. The flowers were beautiful and it was HOT. Unfortunately we got there right at nap time so Jackson was NOT in a good mood. It was a little rough, but definitely a once in a lifetime experience! &lt;a href="http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-keukenhof-gardens.html"&gt;http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-keukenhof-gardens.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on to Amsterdam, in rush hour traffic (really bad timing this day) and found our way-less-than stellar hotel. I made sure we had a quite room so you can imagine my surprise when a little after 7 am I started to hear a loud THUMP, THUMP, THUMPing sound. Eventually (15 minutes later?) I called the front desk and asked what the deal was. Of course, we were located just over the butcher shop! UGH. But was promised it would stop soon. I won't complain about the hotel any more, but it wasn't good. We did, however, enjoy seeing Amsterdam. It is a beautiful city with tree lined canals and streets FULL of bicycles. &lt;br /&gt;We hit up the Ann Frank House, Dam Square, and oh yes, the Red Light District. The whole city was a great experience with a huge variety of people, not just the pot-smoking-hippies I expected :) **Nothing against pot smoking hippies :) &lt;a href="http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-amsterdam.html"&gt;http://adaylate365.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-amsterdam.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ready to go the next morning and once I saw the sun peeking from the curtains we hit the door (trying to dodge the thump, thump, thump, of the butcher shop below). Our drive home was easy as well (thank goodness for portable DVD players)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that about sums it up. I'm not sure I conveyed well all the WALKING we did. It really was pretty much non stop all day-every day (ok, except for nap time). But for what was possibly our last trip before we leave Germany, it was pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5860637718268179850?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5860637718268179850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/05/phew.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5860637718268179850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5860637718268179850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/05/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5895945119103891814</id><published>2011-04-13T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:32:35.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When did this little guy get a mind of his own? And finally being able to communicate it? Oh boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbk7ejGgiww/TaXpmtl7VaI/AAAAAAAABz0/MfkExkfHzR0/s1600/h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbk7ejGgiww/TaXpmtl7VaI/AAAAAAAABz0/MfkExkfHzR0/s640/h.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Lately Jackson is requesting bedtime books be read over, and over, and over again. And if I try to read it when it's 'Dad's turn' I get a resounding 'no, no, no' which just makes us all bust out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0V51uNSBr8I/TaXpl0Frz7I/AAAAAAAABzw/rVZbzDt-EQY/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0V51uNSBr8I/TaXpl0Frz7I/AAAAAAAABzw/rVZbzDt-EQY/s640/g.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also started communicating via computer. . .well at least AT his 'computer'. I don't know if any of you have this VTech computer but when you close it makes a noise and says, 'Goodbye'. . .Jackson responds accordingly with a 'bye' and blowing a kiss. I find it hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yThyMLb4_1w/TaXsI7PEQiI/AAAAAAAABz8/VGfarDocMh4/s1600/i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yThyMLb4_1w/TaXsI7PEQiI/AAAAAAAABz8/VGfarDocMh4/s640/i.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loove having a toddler in the house. His giggles and pattering feet are some of my favorite sounds. He loves to play with his dogs and loves his dad even more. To the point of throwing a fit when he leaves for work and constantly asking about him and pointing to all the pictures of him in the house throughout the day. Though he's started to get tired of my kisses and cuddles (because, hey, he has things to do), he'll tolerate them every once in a while. I have a feeling in a few months when he has a younger sibling to compete with he'll come back around ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzQyzP9WqvE/TaXpkxSKSDI/AAAAAAAABzs/ejCTBqDg7Xo/s1600/f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzQyzP9WqvE/TaXpkxSKSDI/AAAAAAAABzs/ejCTBqDg7Xo/s640/f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to Paris, Bruges and Amsterdam later this week! Wish us luck, and good weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5895945119103891814?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5895945119103891814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/bossy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5895945119103891814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5895945119103891814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/bossy.html' title='Bossy'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbk7ejGgiww/TaXpmtl7VaI/AAAAAAAABz0/MfkExkfHzR0/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8486516982850081728</id><published>2011-04-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:18:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow Bean Creation</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to make a quilt, and maintain that one day I WILL. However, until that day comes I know I can count on Madison at Willow Bean Creations to help me out with those special gifts. I ordered this&amp;nbsp;40x50" quilt for Jackson's birthday- isn't it PRECIOUS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6cXC5iw8B8/TZtqzW9i-tI/AAAAAAAAByk/890T8_k2dZ8/s1600/DSC_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6cXC5iw8B8/TZtqzW9i-tI/AAAAAAAAByk/890T8_k2dZ8/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AukeTrL9H74/TZtq0G0756I/AAAAAAAAByo/5NBvXTHVYws/s1600/DSC_0709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AukeTrL9H74/TZtq0G0756I/AAAAAAAAByo/5NBvXTHVYws/s400/DSC_0709.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo rights to Madison at willowbeancreations.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is having a 'Lazy Sunday' giveaway &lt;a href="http://willowbeancreations.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazy-sunday-giveaway.html?showComment=1302030513658#c3690401840558754678"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for one of her precious custom petal knot dress (wouldn't Baby Girl looks great in one?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to get entered. You have until midnight tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8486516982850081728?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8486516982850081728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/willow-bean-creation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8486516982850081728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8486516982850081728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/willow-bean-creation.html' title='Willow Bean Creation'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6cXC5iw8B8/TZtqzW9i-tI/AAAAAAAAByk/890T8_k2dZ8/s72-c/DSC_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2613648113594598737</id><published>2011-04-04T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:42:02.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S*it.</title><content type='html'>Jackson has been picking up words like crazy. Crazy, crazy. Socks and Shoes (which sound an awful lot alike), Bubbles (buh-ba), Light (ite), Outside (side), Help (hep), Water (wa), Car, All Done (Ah-Duh). . .ok maybe not words, but sylables at least :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest? 'Sit'. . .I mean it sounds like sit, and I say THAT all the time to the dogs, but that little voice in your head wonders. . . what if it's not. . .is there a silent 'H' in there somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, oh please, let it be sit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2613648113594598737?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2613648113594598737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/sit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2613648113594598737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2613648113594598737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/sit.html' title='S*it.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6259780943156723109</id><published>2011-04-02T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:29:25.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling with a toddler part II</title><content type='html'>Sorry, the last post was for my 365 picture blog. I knew I posted it but couldn’t find it over there, guess I hit the wrong button. Hope you enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We made our trip all the way back to Germany earlier this week and it was ROUGH. I had hoped this 9 hour flight would be better than the last because a) it was shorter and b) it would be night time. I figured my sweet boy would sleep SOME, right? He did sleep some, but the only way he would sleep was ON me, and when you are nearing 6 months pregnant that’s not a comfortable arrangement. Jackson slept a few hours, I slept a few hours less than him, but we made it safe and sound on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I SHOULD have done? Brought his carseat. We had bought him a ticked seat on the plane anyway and I’m sure many of you are thinking, “WHAT, didn’t you do that in the first place?” But no, I didn’t. I dind’t think I could manage the mammoth Britax by myself. Carrying it along with the two carryons, stroller, toddler who can’t quite follow direction yet, and a layover, I just didn’t think I could do it. On the first flight (a little over an hour) it really didn’t matter. He happily watched a DVD and spent the rest of the time stealing snacks from the teenage girls seated behind us. But for the overnight flight I think he would have felt comfortable sleeping in a familiar place (other than on me!). It totally would have been worth the enormous hassle. Live and learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I’m also not sure if the carseat would have helped on our flight a month ago from Germany to the US- maybe, but I doubt it. I would not have made him sit in it for the almost 10 hour flight, so that space was better used for playing, snacking, and resting after countless laps through the cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime right now is 9pm (unheard of in this house) but due to daylight savings time it’s REALLY nice- I find myself productive much longer into the day and evening walks are a great way to wind down. Thankfully, wake up time is 9-10 too! SO happy to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6259780943156723109?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6259780943156723109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/travelling-with-toddler-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6259780943156723109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6259780943156723109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/travelling-with-toddler-part-ii.html' title='Travelling with a toddler part II'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-353451428962319701</id><published>2011-04-01T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:27:33.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>87-90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you can't tell by these pictures we're still struggling with jet lag :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87- Last day at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0adHmx4zw/TZYwKc1cj1I/AAAAAAAABwY/JaW1_ws2vv8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0adHmx4zw/TZYwKc1cj1I/AAAAAAAABwY/JaW1_ws2vv8/s640/2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;88- Filler picture from week before. This was travel day and I don't think I got my camera out once! It was ROUGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTM4Giy4gGE/TZYwI04DTWI/AAAAAAAABwU/Vm3ojkGp09k/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTM4Giy4gGE/TZYwI04DTWI/AAAAAAAABwU/Vm3ojkGp09k/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;89- We've been tired, but are happy to be home. . .even if you can't tell from this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XKBqRAu2JY/TZYzo6ZxevI/AAAAAAAABw0/5bSUzYxqIyA/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XKBqRAu2JY/TZYzo6ZxevI/AAAAAAAABw0/5bSUzYxqIyA/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWa_3aDdfwk/TZYwLXdCaoI/AAAAAAAABwc/PXnYXZ-ubu8/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWa_3aDdfwk/TZYwLXdCaoI/AAAAAAAABwc/PXnYXZ-ubu8/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;90- I had high hopes giving him a cracker would keep him awake on the 20 minute drive home from the commissary today. I was not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2tSiRhREGo/TZYzpswEmmI/AAAAAAAABw4/rBB0T2f5Uo8/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2tSiRhREGo/TZYzpswEmmI/AAAAAAAABw4/rBB0T2f5Uo8/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-353451428962319701?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/353451428962319701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/87-90.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/353451428962319701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/353451428962319701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/87-90.html' title='87-90'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0adHmx4zw/TZYwKc1cj1I/AAAAAAAABwY/JaW1_ws2vv8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6977959227468082319</id><published>2011-03-27T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:37:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl.</title><content type='html'>Ok, don't get TOO excited yet. There have been no ultrasound peeks, so my 'girl' guess is just that. A guess. A hunch. Mother's intuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jackson I instantly knew he was a boy. I remember the moment when we found out for sure at 16 weeks. The doctor froze an image of the 'bits and pieces' on the screen and my eyes welled up with tears. I looked over to my husbands confused face and smiled. He turned his head and asked the doctor, "So exactly what are we looking at here?" I met the doctors eyes and nodded that I understood what we were looking at, and he generously outlined for Andy, "Here is one leg, and the other, and another" (our German doctor is quite the comic). That moment will be forever engrained in my brain, the moment we found out about our little boy to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we won't have that moment, but I'm hoping we'll have something just as special. We look at the ultrasounds and ohh and ahh but the "What is it?" part is all guessing. I knew after Jackson I wanted our second to be a surprise. I'm anxiously awaiting that moment 3-4 months from now when we get to find out in the delivery room with 100% certainty what our baby is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think I'm having a girl? Last time I knew I was having a boy instantly. This time it took me a while to come to a decision on what I think we are having- here is my 'evidence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Belly- I know the second baby shows faster, MUCH faster, but the SHAPE of my belly seems SO different this time. I've heard the whole basketball vs watermelon analogy and Jackson fell into ther first category while this pregnancy doesn't have that ball-ness the last one did. It much more resembles a (very) large watermelon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_ul4wrw4Ak/TY-sXEdfKzI/AAAAAAAABug/-6UbdRG8xXw/s1600/20w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_ul4wrw4Ak/TY-sXEdfKzI/AAAAAAAABug/-6UbdRG8xXw/s320/20w.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sx1nKyCMhE/TY-sX2DwoEI/AAAAAAAABuk/C4OG_2wRPyM/s1600/21w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sx1nKyCMhE/TY-sX2DwoEI/AAAAAAAABuk/C4OG_2wRPyM/s320/21w.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sx1nKyCMhE/TY-sX2DwoEI/AAAAAAAABuk/C4OG_2wRPyM/s1600/21w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rklqTDIh6-k/TY-sYLncJ9I/AAAAAAAABuo/4O-HYJnBo3c/s1600/22w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rklqTDIh6-k/TY-sYLncJ9I/AAAAAAAABuo/4O-HYJnBo3c/s320/22w.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4alKux4gYPM/TY-sY5sVcFI/AAAAAAAABus/dgoSzJ7VeAU/s1600/23w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4alKux4gYPM/TY-sY5sVcFI/AAAAAAAABus/dgoSzJ7VeAU/s320/23w.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6UEKBNnnx8/TY-sZeUMozI/AAAAAAAABuw/4_ikDtaw9FA/s1600/24w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6UEKBNnnx8/TY-sZeUMozI/AAAAAAAABuw/4_ikDtaw9FA/s320/24w.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, in order 20, 21, 22, 23 and 24 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weight gain- my mom always told me she gained earlier in her pregnancies with me and my sister. With Jackson I had only gained 5-7 lbs by 20 weeks with Jackson and REALLY packed it on at the end (I gained just shy of 30lbs total). This time that halfway number was nearly doubled. Now, this may have something to do with our trip back to the states and the prevalence and convenience of FOOD, but I think it has to do with my growing babe, and not the Burger King chocolate shakes which reside less than 2 minutes from our doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THIS. I can. not. stop. thinking (buying). P.I.N.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-119eOgMe7hU/TY-saHIkrKI/AAAAAAAABu0/cC4bEvNr1tI/s1600/IMG_1260+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-119eOgMe7hU/TY-saHIkrKI/AAAAAAAABu0/cC4bEvNr1tI/s640/IMG_1260+-+Copy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry honey, I promise everything was on clearance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;4. Movement. Somehow I almost forgot this one. . .That is, until I got not-so-gently &lt;strike&gt;wacked&lt;/strike&gt;, er, prodded in the bladder just now. &lt;city&gt;&lt;place&gt;Jackson&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/city&gt; wasn’t a huge mover. I felt him move consistently but it seemed like I would have to wait for kicks with little breaks in between. This baby? No waiting. You want to see her move- just wait about a second. She is all over the place. I love it, but I wonder what it will feel like in a few months, yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to think I have my 'heart set' on a girl. I would be THRILLED to be a mommy to two little boys- there is no doubt in my mind that whatever this baby is it will be the PERFECT addition to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeHsfoAKW9U/TY-sajBMqfI/AAAAAAAABu4/lUEUrIpysmE/s1600/IMG_1274+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeHsfoAKW9U/TY-sajBMqfI/AAAAAAAABu4/lUEUrIpysmE/s400/IMG_1274+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20 week ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For the record both my husband and mother think I'm having a boy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6977959227468082319?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6977959227468082319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6977959227468082319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6977959227468082319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl.html' title='Girl.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_ul4wrw4Ak/TY-sXEdfKzI/AAAAAAAABug/-6UbdRG8xXw/s72-c/20w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-7505315093898814297</id><published>2011-03-15T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:30:22.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are pregnant when. . .</title><content type='html'>you call Burger King to find out if the shake machine is fixed yet. . .and are heartbroken to find out it is still broken and they will likely have to buy a new one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-7505315093898814297?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7505315093898814297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-you-are-pregnant-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7505315093898814297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7505315093898814297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-you-are-pregnant-when.html' title='You know you are pregnant when. . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6925259405990884351</id><published>2011-02-28T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:47:24.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Zaza Gallery Canvas Photo Print</title><content type='html'>A while back I contacted &lt;a href="http://zazagallery.com/"&gt;Zaza Gallery&lt;/a&gt; about doing a product review for one of their wrapped canvases. I’ve always dreamed of a big beautiful family photo canvas on our living room wall, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t a company I was familiar with so I checked out their site to find they offer countless options for wrapped photo canvases at REALLY reasonable prices. Their 8 X 10 canvases start at only $25. I couldn’t find anywhere else offering this great of deal so I was excited to get my canvas and see the product quality, hoping it would hold up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had them ship the canvas to my mom’s house (I worried too much about damage having it shipped all the way to Germany). Whenever I talked to my mom or sister I would ask for an update of packages I was waiting on and was excited to hear my picture arrived early- less than a week and a half after I ordered it! I was so excited to finally get ‘home’ last week and see pile of boxes in my room waiting. I saw the box addressed from Zaza Gallery and it was the first I tore into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all the packaging was perfect (no need to worry there). The canvas was very safe and secure wrapped in bubble wrap to prevent any damage during shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it out and took it in. I had a VERY hard time picking which picture I wanted and would think would look best on a canvas. I decided on this one and couldn’t be happier with the picture choice or quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e6EdYmyclyY/TWvYx5f5fjI/AAAAAAAABrA/zYbNdT31wr4/s1600/IMG_2775sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e6EdYmyclyY/TWvYx5f5fjI/AAAAAAAABrA/zYbNdT31wr4/s640/IMG_2775sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canvas is stretched BEAUTIFULLY. This was really important to me because having paintings stretched in the past I haven’t always been happy with the results. I assume stretching a canvas is something that must be done by hand and is an ‘art’ because I’ve realized it’s not something everyone can do well. Hugh and his team at Zaza do a beautiful job- all the corners are folded PERFECTLY and there are no bumps, waves, or misalignments on the picture. I feel confident the quality of this product will hold up over time and will be on our wall for years and years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback? The sides. I honestly don’t have a ton of experience (ok, hardly any) with canvas prints, and the mirror wrap on the sides struck me as a bit odd (especially because it mirrored parts of our body). I didn’t select which option I wanted (when you order you can choose from gallery wrap or mirror wrap both of which they have pictures of on the site) but I trust that they do this a LOT and chose what they thought would work best with my picture. My mom actually prefers the mirror wrap and if I decide it is a deal breaker I could always choose to have it framed as well. For now, I LOVE that you don’t have to have a frame for it- it looks beautiful hung exactly as it arrives (though you may need to add a hanger or wire to the back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xCH7Ay87-q4/TWvYuP8MyuI/AAAAAAAABqw/lTSG1tba7bU/s1600/IMG_2756sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xCH7Ay87-q4/TWvYuP8MyuI/AAAAAAAABqw/lTSG1tba7bU/s640/IMG_2756sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RrGbtbsx7pc/TWvYu_ee70I/AAAAAAAABq0/PXkVIuTeMJg/s1600/IMG_2758sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RrGbtbsx7pc/TWvYu_ee70I/AAAAAAAABq0/PXkVIuTeMJg/s640/IMG_2758sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to move back to the states (hopefully in about 6 months) when I can get this up on OUR wall. For now my mom and sister will surely enjoy it. Also planned for when we get back, I am DYING to do a photo wall. I am thinking at least a couple of 8x10 gallery wraps will be perfect additions and look forward to ordering from Zaza Gallery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was really easy to work with Zaza Gallery and they have a truly beautiful product at amazing prices. If you have any other questions I’d be happy to answer them, or you can find Zaza Gallery&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zazagallery.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with a list of their pricing and options. (You can also click for the link on the upper left hand side of my page!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3biruCONzp8/TWvYxEzpF0I/AAAAAAAABq8/8GDqZV7T5KI/s400/IMG_2772sm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6925259405990884351?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6925259405990884351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-zaza-gallery-canvas-photo-print.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6925259405990884351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6925259405990884351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-zaza-gallery-canvas-photo-print.html' title='Review: Zaza Gallery Canvas Photo Print'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e6EdYmyclyY/TWvYx5f5fjI/AAAAAAAABrA/zYbNdT31wr4/s72-c/IMG_2775sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8722964637637518372</id><published>2011-02-28T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:47:09.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling with a toddler.</title><content type='html'>Jackson and I just traveled 4500+ miles from wintery Bavaria to land here, in wintery Kansas  Silly me, I thought because we’d already made the trip and back with him once to the US once we’d be (somewhat) prepared. Oh no. Babies do NOT = toddlers. I mean, I KNEW that. Last time we flew Jackson was 5 and 6 months old. He slept A LOT. He didn’t walk, or even crawl. He was happy to sit, and nurse, and sleep. This time I packed countless snacks, I lugged numerous toys in our carryon, I even bought a portable DVD player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ywZXXcis_ZY/TWveDykHqwI/AAAAAAAABrE/z6agolhJX6c/s1600/IMG_2390sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ywZXXcis_ZY/TWveDykHqwI/AAAAAAAABrE/z6agolhJX6c/s640/IMG_2390sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bsNGKneRsXc/TWveEkmdyvI/AAAAAAAABrI/xSGbNdaBB2c/s1600/IMG_2395sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bsNGKneRsXc/TWveEkmdyvI/AAAAAAAABrI/xSGbNdaBB2c/s640/IMG_2395sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, the trip wasn’t THAT bad. Thankfully we had two bulkhead seats (the ones at the very front with extra leg room but no under seat storage). We had a window and an aisle (yes I BOUGHT him a ticket) which gave Jackson a ‘litte’ freedom while I could still keep him mostly contained to his seat and extra floor area using my legs as a barrier (though of course he did frequently protest this arrangement). However, anytime I’d stand up to get into our overhead bags to replenish the depleting toy or snack stash he would jet. Once I didn’t even realize he had made it past me and found him 5 rows back chatting up an elderly couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stretched our legs, making countless trips up and down the aisles of the plane- most flyers smiled adoringly at the little ‘toddler’ . . .oh for about the first 6 times, after that I’m not sure they were happy to see us coming. Sticky hands, excited squeals, and drool covered mouth. . I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lhtmMCxMcVU/TWveFEH6MzI/AAAAAAAABrM/iU3QYpnXwVY/s1600/IMG_2396sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lhtmMCxMcVU/TWveFEH6MzI/AAAAAAAABrM/iU3QYpnXwVY/s320/IMG_2396sm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jr-8OcpvzZY/TWveF03ynxI/AAAAAAAABrQ/28_uW7ziDb8/s1600/IMG_2398sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jr-8OcpvzZY/TWveF03ynxI/AAAAAAAABrQ/28_uW7ziDb8/s320/IMG_2398sm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sEKoL1P0SAE/TWveHeahngI/AAAAAAAABrU/VZItX_7Co3E/s1600/IMG_2400sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sEKoL1P0SAE/TWveHeahngI/AAAAAAAABrU/VZItX_7Co3E/s320/IMG_2400sm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jackson slept for an hour (of nine and a half) which was nice but man I was not ready for the constant go-go-go ness of the other 8.5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were REALLY curious as to our timeline here it is: We left our house at 8am. Got to the airport for breakfast and spent some time with Dad trying to run off some energy in the blissfully-not-too-busy Munich Airport. We managed our way through security (where they didn’t even mention the liquids I forgot pull out. . and also in Germany you don’t have to take off your shoes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hnlZPCcMG9E/TWveJbWyrNI/AAAAAAAABrc/KtzXdJzBJi8/s1600/IMG_2414sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hnlZPCcMG9E/TWveJbWyrNI/AAAAAAAABrc/KtzXdJzBJi8/s640/IMG_2414sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the plane to Chicago by 12pm (it left at 12:40)and arrived in Chicago a little after 10pm our time. After clearing the passport check, picking up ALL of our luggage to go through customs, dropping it back off and then travelling to a new terminal, a new security check (where they DID check all of our liquids and made us take off our shoes), we picked up some ‘decent’ food re: yogurt and bananas (for only about 8 bucks) we were set for our Kansas City leg which was delayed (of course) and had no gate. This meant we got to walk out on the tarmac in 20 degree weather. Where were our coats? In our checked bags, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t lie. When we landed in Kansas City (at 130am our time) there was a LOT of screaming, and that was ok too. By that point I was relieved to be in a familiar city, with believe it or not, understanding strangers (at least they pretended to be), and two beautiful ladies waiting to pick us up and help me find my way to some clean sheets and the smell of ‘home’. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Since I haven’t given you a belly pic in a while, you can see it peeking out here, and I’d say this picture pretty accurately sums up our day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F1m5MEb0yVk/TWveKu9rFxI/AAAAAAAABrk/bRSMTPFg9CY/s1600/IMG_2432sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F1m5MEb0yVk/TWveKu9rFxI/AAAAAAAABrk/bRSMTPFg9CY/s640/IMG_2432sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x3hu5N-uCXI/TWveKey2OHI/AAAAAAAABrg/fYRb1IPfnYY/s1600/IMG_2429sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x3hu5N-uCXI/TWveKey2OHI/AAAAAAAABrg/fYRb1IPfnYY/s640/IMG_2429sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even have much time to think about this extra ‘passenger’ we were bringing back. Jackson’s 20 week (gestation) brother or sister travelling in my belly. Other than a few inopportune kicks to my bladder I didn’t have much time to think about him/her at all, but I’m happy to report ‘Baby’ seems to be happy and growing, growing, growing&amp;nbsp;:) Weighing in at 13 oz and 9.5 inches at my Dr’s appt last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it safe and sound, only 15 minutes behind schedule, with all of our bags, carseat, and stroller, so really, who am I to complain? Though we are certainly NOT counting down until we make the trip again in 30ish days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was last Tuesday. . .since then there has been frequent Target trips (is that the best place EVER, or what?), Mexican food, doughnuts, shopping and frequently waking up at 4am (yes, for the day). . .more on that later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CWiq_lVsxt0/TWveIb5YQ8I/AAAAAAAABrY/3-QiKBfyycw/s1600/IMG_2411+-+Copysm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CWiq_lVsxt0/TWveIb5YQ8I/AAAAAAAABrY/3-QiKBfyycw/s640/IMG_2411+-+Copysm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All of these pictures were from the Munich airport before we even set out. No plane pics. Certainly no after pics. . . you can imagine why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8722964637637518372?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8722964637637518372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/travelling-with-toddler.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8722964637637518372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8722964637637518372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/travelling-with-toddler.html' title='Travelling with a toddler.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ywZXXcis_ZY/TWveDykHqwI/AAAAAAAABrE/z6agolhJX6c/s72-c/IMG_2390sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2450681471671126500</id><published>2011-02-12T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:23:38.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love right now.</title><content type='html'>Jackson is a *pretty* good walker these days. His steps are still short and choppy though, and given the option when we go for a walk he will usually elect to hold our hands. I love this- his little hand clenched tightly on a finger or two as we trail our way through the red slate roofs of our neighborhood. . .sigh, I know it won’t be long before he’ll want to give it up and take off in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jATIFhRtQ/TVbma1-NJKI/AAAAAAAABo8/bzRP_LLNDUU/s1600/IMG_1596e2sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jATIFhRtQ/TVbma1-NJKI/AAAAAAAABo8/bzRP_LLNDUU/s640/IMG_1596e2sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is a little mimic- especially with signs. “please” “cheese” “again” and “cracker” are some of his new favorites. There are quite a few other's he's tried a few times, and he keeps signing something that looks like 'apple' but quickly refuses apples when offered :). I see a whole, WHOLE lotta ‘please’ which really means ‘give me that!’ but doesn’t it sound so much nicer as please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is into finding his own food. He’ll frequently bring a box or a bag from the cabinet and expect me to open it and give him some. Even if it’s something totally non edible, like his favorite, a box of neon straws. He is also mastering opening boxes and packages himself. . . oh my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy9icgFvRM0/TVbmRuib3ZI/AAAAAAAABos/8-FXe_HbslU/s1600/IMG_0737esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy9icgFvRM0/TVbmRuib3ZI/AAAAAAAABos/8-FXe_HbslU/s640/IMG_0737esm.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few videos I love right now too. He is such a silly guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_KYoId6jLjI" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves to pull the dogs tails. . .of course I don't condone this behavior, but thankfully right now they are faster than he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vN3MEaPjorE" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone to Dad. . .a favorite pastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Excuse the disaster of my house, really. (Please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love. . . every morning he goes directly to this toy box, pulls it from the shelf, and climbs in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLArYYchDRc/TVbmWgByblI/AAAAAAAABo0/hMH5S_hP7OI/s1600/IMG_1377_filteredsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLArYYchDRc/TVbmWgByblI/AAAAAAAABo0/hMH5S_hP7OI/s640/IMG_1377_filteredsm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uEdG5Qyrsg/TVbmYn8wDbI/AAAAAAAABo4/oq7Vz2QNxI8/s1600/IMG_1570sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uEdG5Qyrsg/TVbmYn8wDbI/AAAAAAAABo4/oq7Vz2QNxI8/s640/IMG_1570sm.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVVCmcgacwE/TVbmUabbcsI/AAAAAAAABow/2zatH39pn-w/s1600/IMG_0919sm.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVVCmcgacwE/TVbmUabbcsI/AAAAAAAABow/2zatH39pn-w/s640/IMG_0919sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ And another because this post has been sitting in my saved posts so long I have to come back and keep adding to it. . .he has started to walk backwards- which we all find hilarious. Hoping to get a video of this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLeOjNESDY/TVbmcJvQ2II/AAAAAAAABpA/-VHCZPR000g/s1600/sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLeOjNESDY/TVbmcJvQ2II/AAAAAAAABpA/-VHCZPR000g/s640/sm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I love cuddling up with Andy early in the morning with his hand on my belly. . .he’s been able to feel those big kicks, flips, and turns I feel our little one doing all day. I should post a belly pic here, but don’t’ really have one. Sorry! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVVCmcgacwE/TVbmUabbcsI/AAAAAAAABow/2zatH39pn-w/s1600/IMG_0919sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLArYYchDRc/TVbmWgByblI/AAAAAAAABo0/hMH5S_hP7OI/s1600/IMG_1377_filteredsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2450681471671126500?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2450681471671126500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-love-right-now.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2450681471671126500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2450681471671126500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-love-right-now.html' title='Things I love right now.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jATIFhRtQ/TVbma1-NJKI/AAAAAAAABo8/bzRP_LLNDUU/s72-c/IMG_1596e2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1751801421410575134</id><published>2011-01-31T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:10:14.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital tour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night we went to tour one of the two hospitals we can give birth at. I was TOTALLY going to take pictures of our hospital tour, but, uh, I didn’t. More of that whole fear of photographing in public- and with a huge tour group of 12+ FAMILIES I didn’t think I’d be able to get the shots I wanted, so you’ll have to wait to see the hospital until I deliver. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I delivered Jackson here in Germany there was literally NO info, no hospital tour, no ‘this is what you should know printout’, nada. It was all on your own to figure everything out. Thankfully I had a good friend who had recently given birth and clued me into many key factors- where the hospital was/where the delivery ward was, what to expect, the fact that they don’t give out peri bottles (ha) ect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to finish editing and writing the ending to my birth story for Jackson that I actually wrote most of immediately after his birth. But to sum up my birth experience, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but in all honestly I hadn’t planned appropriately or was firm enough in my decisions going into it. It’s hard to say it didn’t go exactly how I wanted because my two priorities were a vaginal birth and my beautiful boy- both accomplished, so I can’t say it was all bad :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I loved about delivering in Germany? They give you the baby. After delivery there are no shots, eye meds, or CLEANING. They just thrust this slimy little friend right to your chest and he stays there for as long as you decide. Jackson actually never got a real bath until the next morning, yeah a little gross, but whatever, having my baby with me was well worth it, lol. I had the chance to try to breastfeed as soon as I liked, however Jackson had different plans. Generally I enjoyed the care of the midwives- who check and monitor you throughout your labor- the doctor was there for the delivery but most of the work falls on the midwives. I was naïve and assumed having midwives give primary care meant they would be more like a midwife in the US- suggesting birthing positions/generally supportive, NOT pushing pain meds every time I saw them. Not the case, live and learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn’t love about the hospital I had Jackson at? Aside from the things mentioned above the biggest hang up was breastfeeding support. I never saw a lactation consultant, and generally felt like no one at all could/would help me. When Jackson got jaundice I was encouraged NOT to breastfeed, given bad advice about pumping, not woken up to feed my baby (and pump) like I was told they would when he was hungry, the list goes on, most of all that was my biggest complaint. The birth experience I take most responsibility for, but this? I needed help desperately and didn’t get it. Jackson was also tongue tied at birth and this was a huge problem on latching (especially without help) which was just ignored. Bah. I eventually hunted down the closest lactation consultant and had to be persistent until I was able to meet with her. I also called countless LCs in the us looking for support and advice. It all worked out eventually, but it was a rough road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the NEW hospital we took a tour of Friday night. The BIGGEST positive? Other than the very friendly staff, beautiful birthing rooms, and better parking availability ;) They are a WHO certified baby friendly hospital. They WANT you to breastfeed and WANT you to succeed. I’m really looking to having that support this time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan on going in with the mindset of ‘no pain meds’ instead of ‘we’ll see’. Do I know that it will change the outcome? No. Will I still end up with an epidural? Maybe, but I think I will get more support to go without if I come in prepared to do it, and tell my midwives that is what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital tour got me kinda really excited for this little one, even though we have a long way to go. I looked through our long list of baby names that night and smiled thinking about what the future holds. Still trying to work on a list of what we need to get for this baby (shouldn’t be much, but I want to be prepared). I have another friend who is pregnant and I’d love to make a list of the ‘must have’ items for her- so you experienced mamas. What are the things you think are MUST HAVES with a newborn? I’d love your input!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our doctor appt and ultrasound. Baby looks great, and it was probably the quickest appointment ever (in a good way) there was almost no waiting. I got my lab work done and was in the Dr’s office before I had a chance to sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUbsko71i6I/AAAAAAAABmg/KnQfVTbnVWM/s1600/IMG_0605sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUbsko71i6I/AAAAAAAABmg/KnQfVTbnVWM/s640/IMG_0605sm.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big 'Ol 17 week belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my precious 'baby' boy? He amazes me everyday. I love watching him learn new things, his little brain firing away making connections with words and actions. He will now also sign ‘please’ ‘car’ and ‘shhh’. . .all after I show or ask him, but man it’s cute! His favorite book right now is 'Go Dog Go' and he 'says' the name when he brings it to you :) Here is a pic, just for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUb4ukqkV7I/AAAAAAAABmk/KLOMYTWi_mk/s1600/IMG_9294esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUb4ukqkV7I/AAAAAAAABmk/KLOMYTWi_mk/s640/IMG_9294esm.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-1751801421410575134?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1751801421410575134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/hospital-tour.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1751801421410575134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1751801421410575134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/hospital-tour.html' title='Hospital tour.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUbsko71i6I/AAAAAAAABmg/KnQfVTbnVWM/s72-c/IMG_0605sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5111247099971191334</id><published>2011-01-27T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T04:45:48.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one?</title><content type='html'>Subject: Maternity clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a ton of maternity clothes for the summer before last when I was pregnant with Jack. Not that I really needed them, because I had a&amp;nbsp;pretty much non existant belly until at&amp;nbsp;LEAST 20 weeks.&amp;nbsp;Now I’m having a SUMMER baby, and it's going to be a big one :), so I need more winter-ish clothes for the next 3 months and have exactly 4 pairs of jeans. Somehow these jeans (that fit me when I was BIG and pregnant Fall of ’09) don’t fit now. I know I’m not that much smaller this time around (from my pre-pregnancy weight) but these pants totally don’t fit in the butt/thigh area. The&amp;nbsp;slide off all. day. long.&amp;nbsp;Am I the only one who seems to need two sets of sizes? I only gained 30lbs last time, which I thought was pretty reasonable, but apparently I was in denial as to how much of that weight was just ‘momma pounds’ and not baby/amniotic fluid/placenta pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need maternity pants, off to Old Navy.com (can you say free shipping and returns?) I go. . .or maybe I can just live in these yoga pants until I gain those 'much needed' pounds? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a webcam belly pic from last week. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUFlvNDjOPI/AAAAAAAABlk/90C_kyfaXcg/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUFlvNDjOPI/AAAAAAAABlk/90C_kyfaXcg/s640/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5111247099971191334?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5111247099971191334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-only-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5111247099971191334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5111247099971191334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the only one?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TUFlvNDjOPI/AAAAAAAABlk/90C_kyfaXcg/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-9099502988200705420</id><published>2011-01-13T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:20:34.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfibers STINK.</title><content type='html'>That title is totally misleading.&amp;nbsp;We love our cloth diapers. I’m actually making this post as an excuse to post some of my fav CD pictures. . .because HOW cute is that fluffy butt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_wpHcmqpI/AAAAAAAABjE/QQIV4EXGiM8/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_wpHcmqpI/AAAAAAAABjE/QQIV4EXGiM8/s640/IMG_1392.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Almost exactly a year ago... my boys! I know. Adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever posted this adorable picture- facebook or otherwise. I USED to think I was a little nuts for wanting to do the whole CD thing, ok sometimes I still do. . . but once we got into it, we loved it. I still had that moment of sheepish embarrassment when people unknowing we CD would say "Ew, I could never do that" and I responded with "We do." :) Now it seems&amp;nbsp;more and more friends&amp;nbsp;have stopped looking at me funny and thinking maybe there is something to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from my &lt;a href="http://www.adaylate365.blogspot.com/"&gt;365 project&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_xjT1t2CI/AAAAAAAABjQ/YQcRFuhuqVI/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_xjT1t2CI/AAAAAAAABjQ/YQcRFuhuqVI/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We use Bumgenuis 3.0 (with Velcro) and love them. We don’t love washing them, because who would *love* doing laundry? It is, however, totally worth the trade off, and really isn’t that bad. The first 6 months are bliss. . .breast&amp;nbsp;milk poo just washes away, poof. Solid poo? Not as fun, but really it’s not too much more work. With a dirty disposable I have to take it outside because of the stink factor. With cloth you just flush the poo, throw the diaper in a bin and run the wash every other day. I think the trade off is totally worth it, for us. Especially financially. We live in government housing and don’t pay our water bill, bonus. We also have to pay more for disposables with only the commissary or PX to buy them from. I know many friends in the states who get GREAT deals on disposables, but without that option disposables are SO expensive! stock up (sometimes too much!) when there is a ‘good sale’ but the savings certainly don’t match up. We still use disposables for trips, busy weekends, and overnight. . .it’s just what works for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing: we do a cold cycle with soap, a hot cycle with soap, and an additional rinse. We use Rockin’ Green Soft Rock (even though we have crazy hard water) because Jackson’s skin is sensitive. I think if we could use the regular or even hard rock, it would be better, but we stick with what works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_xDoJn8fI/AAAAAAAABjI/9uMIWZCcGQo/s1600/IMG_2700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_xDoJn8fI/AAAAAAAABjI/9uMIWZCcGQo/s640/IMG_2700.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stink. I actually didn’t use cloth diapers in November or December. Andy went out of town for two weeks, my mom came over to Germany for Jackson’s first birthday, I battled morning sickness, and we were gearing up for the vacations of all vacations- The Cruise. I think I was also tired of ‘The Stink’. Microfiber inserts are notorious for smelling bad. Like really bad. Some have problems with ammonia. I have problems with the dingy- I sometimes leave them in the washer too long smell. I honestly think the difference between loving and hating these diapers is** being able to&amp;nbsp;conquer the stink. We ‘strip’ our diapers and liners with Dawn dishwashing liquid and chlorine free bleach about once a month. THEN I regular bleach the crap out of the inserts (and then rinse at least 3 times). I’m pretty sure cottonbabies condones this, and if not, I don’t care. It’s what works to get the smell out. I also know the sun has amazing bleaching factors, but we don’t really have a clothesline. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velcro vs snaps. I’ve never tried snaps, and would like to. We haven’t had problems with the Velcro wearing out. (The laundry tabs never work well- those are little tabs that you are supposed to be able to attach the sticky part of the Velcro to so you don’t get a ‘diaper chain’ where all your diapers connect together. . .we have those often, but it’s not a big complaint). I really feel the Velcro was necessary for an itty bitty baby. I just don’t see how the snaps would work when at times I had to literally overlap the tabs. It DID scratch his stomach at times when he had nothing else on. With an older baby it isn’t an issue. I guess my concern would be getting the ‘perfect’ fit with snaps- and the amount of time it takes to snap- not much, but more than the Velcro and with my wiggly man, that’s almost too long&amp;nbsp;:). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that’s what I have for now. Just wanted all of my thoughts in one place. Feel free to ask questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_we-ZzvhI/AAAAAAAABjA/_xJlhbFqBE0/s1600/IMG_9037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_we-ZzvhI/AAAAAAAABjA/_xJlhbFqBE0/s640/IMG_9037.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;PS- another great thing about the diapers? Just the cover makes a PERFECT swim suit. It doesn't absorb (like all swim diapers) but does a good job of keeping 'things' in! I KNOW this isn't condoned by cottonbabies so don't do this if you want your warranty to be valid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-9099502988200705420?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9099502988200705420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/microfibers-stink.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9099502988200705420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9099502988200705420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/microfibers-stink.html' title='Microfibers STINK.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TS_wpHcmqpI/AAAAAAAABjE/QQIV4EXGiM8/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2730705938978490515</id><published>2011-01-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:56:29.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is a genius</title><content type='html'>I say this in jest. Well, actually I do believe he is quite smart, but I’m pretty sure every parent feels that way about their children. I realize Jackson isn’t hitting any of these milestones at an age that will put him in the Guinness Book of World Records, but every milestone IS an amazing thing, no matter when they are reached. So horray to&amp;nbsp;ALL little baby geniuses out there. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStjAN1_FzI/AAAAAAAABio/pWgts9EO4e4/s1600/IMG_7974e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStjAN1_FzI/AAAAAAAABio/pWgts9EO4e4/s640/IMG_7974e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jackson has totally wowed me. I am well overdue for a milestone update. . .so here it is. Jackson now has 8 teeth and SEEMS to be working hard on his molars. He started taking steps right around a year. . though it was mostly the lunging-hoping-you-catch-me kind of way J It took him a while to find his balance and just recently over the past week he really got the hang of walking and walks almost all of the time. Babies are so cute when they are upright. His gait is still pretty funny, and he trips over dogs, toys, and his own feet, but it hasn’t slowed him down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStiqlULubI/AAAAAAAABik/R8diVb6Ivog/s1600/IMG_7756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStiqlULubI/AAAAAAAABik/R8diVb6Ivog/s640/IMG_7756.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s started saying things. . or at least trying to. He waved and said ‘bye to Andy the other morning while Andy was putting on his uniform, and makes sounds like ball, more, all done, and his favorite- dog. I have no doubt he is saying a lot more than this but I have yet to catch on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve worked sporadically with baby signing but regularly watch the Baby Signing Time DVDs. Today Jackson did the more sign and I caught it on video. We had been eating pudding and I decided he had had probably had (more than) enough and set it on the coffee table behind me, trying to convince him it was all gone. A few minutes later he started signing ‘more’ very clearly. (Usually it’s more of a clapping/bringing hands together IF he ever does it and it’s very encouraged). . .after realizing what he wanted I quickly grabbed the video camera and persuaded him to do it some MORE. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ojrtWTSyms?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/1ojrtWTSyms?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he was playing in the kitchen and I was in the living room with my sister (on Skype). I was trying to get Jackson to come play on the floor with me. Well the kitchen holds terribly interesting things- pots to bang, food packages to destroy, and a really fun cooking pot toy. So to get his attention I started reading out loud one of his books I had memorized (I use this trick a lot on long car rides too.) He came to find me, walked to the book shelf and pulled THE book I was ‘reading’ and brought it to me. That wowed me. What book you ask? None other than our favorite Barnyard Dance, a gift from baby Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he also figured out how to open the trash can. . .and thinks it’s fun to ‘throw’ things away. . .so helpful ;) All that genius must have wore him out because the next thing I found him doing? Chewing on the furniture. Better than this I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStjRD-LDqI/AAAAAAAABis/7fIawnZeVcQ/s1600/IMG_8004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStjRD-LDqI/AAAAAAAABis/7fIawnZeVcQ/s640/IMG_8004.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2730705938978490515?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2730705938978490515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-baby-is-genius.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2730705938978490515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2730705938978490515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-baby-is-genius.html' title='My baby is a genius'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TStjAN1_FzI/AAAAAAAABio/pWgts9EO4e4/s72-c/IMG_7974e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4700338146957385017</id><published>2011-01-08T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:47:50.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to this study. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perthnow.com.au/news/special-features/girls-are-made-of-fruit-and-rice-boys-are-made-of-potaroes/story-e6frg1ac-1225981712134"&gt;http://www.perthnow.com.au/news/special-features/girls-are-made-of-fruit-and-rice-boys-are-made-of-potaroes/story-e6frg1ac-1225981712134&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm giving birth to a grilled cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before this baby was conceived I decided, I mean, Andy and I decided, we wouldn't be finding out the sex. Don't get me wrong, I was THRILLED to know Jackson was indeed a Jack at only 16 weeks, and wouldn't do it any other way. But this time I feel more prepared. I don't think it will change very much. And who doesn't LOVE a surprise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason(s) I'm nervous. 1. Ultrasounds. In Germany we get them every visit, and while it hasn't been an issue yet, I know it will get more difficult as the time and numbers tally up. We all know pregnant women can be a little irrational at times and often change their mind at a split second. I just hope I can stick with my decision for the next 10? u/s. The other reason is the language difference. Germans are GREAT at English. However, with learning any second language, there are always the 'minor' pronoun issues. I just hope no one says the word 'he' or 'she' to me. If I started to think I had 'accidentally' been told what it was I might decide to find out. . .but again, hopefully not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have ALLL our baby stuff for Jackson, and I plan on picking up a few things for (what I think) will be our baby girl . . . Another great thing about having a surprise is not having to pick a name until the baby comes. I wanted to do this with Jackson, but his name was the first one we liked, always the clear 'leader;, and ultimately decided on early on. PLUS I wanted to make this :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSdjVX5sMtI/AAAAAAAABiE/YoJs_kylk0M/s1600/IMG_2333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSdjVX5sMtI/AAAAAAAABiE/YoJs_kylk0M/s640/IMG_2333.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Uh, totally hoping I get some of that shiny pregnancy hair again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ask us our name choices, our pre-determined answer will be "Jackson II, cause we liked it so much the first time!" My mom insists we will have to call him J^2, or J Squared, so there isn't any confusion :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSghbQTgPAI/AAAAAAAABiU/TzFiQFdaV00/s1600/IMG_8092e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSghbQTgPAI/AAAAAAAABiU/TzFiQFdaV00/s640/IMG_8092e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to buy list for this baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of cute bows, one or two pink things, a super cute neutral newborn knit hat (I so wanted one for Jackson but never bought it) and a couple of neutral pajamas/sleep and plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera equipment. Have you seen my 'new' blog? &lt;a href="http://www.adaylate365.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.adaylate365.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; One of my resolutions this year was to work hard on my photography skills. I started this blog and my goal is to take a picture every day using the manual settings of my camera. . .BUT no stressing if it doesn't happen, or if I have to post two pictures a day to make up, I mean, I already started 'A Day Late', get it? I really hope this encourages me to learn the settings on my camera better. I want to get some awesome shots of our new little bundle, and will quite possibly want/NEED a new lens or flash or some other piece of fancy photography equipment that will only help me if I actually know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scale. Jackson had trouble gaining weight in the beginning and I took him in frequently to be weighed- it would be so much nicer to do it at home, you know instead of dragging out the newborn and active toddler. But as sure as I buy a scale, I'll have a little porker and no need for it. Maybe just&amp;nbsp;a food scale that goes up to 10lbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning on moving back to the states in the fall, so this baby will likely be born over here (Germany), but with the military anything can change. Just wanted you to know where we were with all the baby crazies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who want to see the ever expanding pooch? (Ahem, Dena) Here is a picture. 13w 5d, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSgh_QFN2aI/AAAAAAAABiY/Va2nK5J8ra8/s1600/IMG_8091e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSgh_QFN2aI/AAAAAAAABiY/Va2nK5J8ra8/s400/IMG_8091e.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't kidding when they say you show faster with your second! I've been saying for a while I'm TWICE as big as I was with Jackson. Maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration, but not much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4700338146957385017?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4700338146957385017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/according-to-this-study.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4700338146957385017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4700338146957385017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/according-to-this-study.html' title='According to this study. . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSdjVX5sMtI/AAAAAAAABiE/YoJs_kylk0M/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-73094561837634777</id><published>2011-01-06T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:33:09.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musing</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else sleep with their feet off the bed? Cause I do and I wonder if this is possibly an anomaly I only share with incredibly tall people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep on my stomach (soon to change) but I like my right foot hanging off the bed. Like the top of my foot is on the mattress and my toes hang off at least 2 or 3 inches. I mean, I have to scoot down that far, because obviously I'm not a giant. (Obviously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this to my husband and he looked at me like I was crazy. No, I'm not joking that was my blog for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch&amp;nbsp;Grover talk about Cairo&amp;nbsp;on Sesame Street it reminds me I need to tell your our Egypt story. . .remind me. I promise it's slightly better than feet off the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-73094561837634777?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/73094561837634777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-musing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/73094561837634777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/73094561837634777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-musing.html' title='Random Musing'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8481102600108848957</id><published>2011-01-04T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:42:07.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what that means.</title><content type='html'>I’m pretty much bursting with excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of *this* type of picture during our cruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSNZFIGtXCI/AAAAAAAABho/_5WYN3-DZQ8/s640/IMG_7088e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means. &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;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was DOUBLY sea sick when the boat was moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And THIS has been growing in my belly for the last 13 weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSNYvpIu_eI/AAAAAAAABhk/TTCNI9_--Ho/s1600/IMG_7737e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSNYvpIu_eI/AAAAAAAABhk/TTCNI9_--Ho/s640/IMG_7737e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSNZFIGtXCI/AAAAAAAABho/_5WYN3-DZQ8/s1600/IMG_7088e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8481102600108848957?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8481102600108848957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what-that-means.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8481102600108848957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8481102600108848957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what-that-means.html' title='You know what that means.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TSNZFIGtXCI/AAAAAAAABho/_5WYN3-DZQ8/s72-c/IMG_7088e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-767137565778698384</id><published>2011-01-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:43:20.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 of '10</title><content type='html'>Really. Do you have any idea how impossibly hard it is to pick only 10 of my favorite pictures from the past year? Tell me you feel my pain. My friend &lt;a href="http://andwillmakesthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-10-of-2010.html"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;did this and I loved looking back over her handpicked favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I narrowed it down to these, but it was tough. The decisions were made slightly easier by choosing only pictures with Jackson (and Patton or Bentley). Once I cut out the numerous baby/daddy pictures (read: baby and daddy, not Baby Daddy) it was slightly easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8jI7kiTQI/AAAAAAAABhI/1ZNwWmVCcGw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8eRDizOrI/AAAAAAAABgg/Y4254h1i0Zc/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8eRDizOrI/AAAAAAAABgg/Y4254h1i0Zc/s640/1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love this picture of Bently and Jackson. Jack is 2 months old and they both share the same bemused expression. Priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8e0BQCiAI/AAAAAAAABgk/BVf-rRStdBk/s1600/2..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8e0BQCiAI/AAAAAAAABgk/BVf-rRStdBk/s640/2..JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh. Baby. I miss those sleep-anywhere times. Stretched out with a belly full of milk. It was so easy to get caught up just watching him sleep. The sleep grins turned sleep giggles and the precious yawns and stretches? Baby fever, much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8fGnLVHjI/AAAAAAAABgo/qqnOXRlQFgI/s1600/3...JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8fGnLVHjI/AAAAAAAABgo/qqnOXRlQFgI/s400/3...JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8fkRkI8yI/AAAAAAAABgs/sKSsDHRMPjg/s1600/3..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8fkRkI8yI/AAAAAAAABgs/sKSsDHRMPjg/s400/3..jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I'm cheating. But these pictures were taken less than 2 weeks apart and are so similar, yet I could NOT choose between the two- so you get both. I love his expressions in both pictures. So Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8f0Vy5t_I/AAAAAAAABgw/2rxOOK0452w/s1600/4..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8f0Vy5t_I/AAAAAAAABgw/2rxOOK0452w/s640/4..JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jackson was 4 months old and I saw a friend post a picture of their baby about the same age sitting. Immediately I wanted to try it so we took off upstairs to&amp;nbsp;our king sized&amp;nbsp;super soft pillow top and low and behold I got this first upright (unsupported) picture of my guy. No matter he could only hold this position for exactly 2.5 seconds, he was adorable. With his bald everywhere but on top head and his heavenly chubbiness. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8gWeAManI/AAAAAAAABg0/BVMvSop0YiE/s1600/5..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8gWeAManI/AAAAAAAABg0/BVMvSop0YiE/s640/5..JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/07/king-of-fans.html"&gt;King of Fans.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8gtlS5-iI/AAAAAAAABg4/CG6QqqSuvTQ/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8gtlS5-iI/AAAAAAAABg4/CG6QqqSuvTQ/s640/6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pretzels are&amp;nbsp;one of Jackson's favorite foods (living in Germany that's not too much of a surprise). This picture was actually taken in France on a&amp;nbsp;trip we took over&amp;nbsp;Labor Day&amp;nbsp;Weekend.&amp;nbsp;We were at a small sidewalk cafe on the main thoroughfare sipping champagne and snacking before dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8hwrNGgaI/AAAAAAAABg8/c-biCDDQq8I/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8hwrNGgaI/AAAAAAAABg8/c-biCDDQq8I/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have this beautiful woods behind our house (our street name Zum Spitzberg literally means to the woods). Can't wait until spring when Jackson can really get out and explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8id2gNT7I/AAAAAAAABhA/aSjQt9avEH8/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8id2gNT7I/AAAAAAAABhA/aSjQt9avEH8/s640/8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Favorite cold weather picture taken just before (or after) Jackson's first birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8iwFOh7xI/AAAAAAAABhE/986_0HGHunQ/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8iwFOh7xI/AAAAAAAABhE/986_0HGHunQ/s640/9.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My new 50mm 1.8/f took this picture. This is exactly why I wanted the lens, yet I have no idea how I did it. Must learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8jI7kiTQI/AAAAAAAABhI/1ZNwWmVCcGw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8jI7kiTQI/AAAAAAAABhI/1ZNwWmVCcGw/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just about a week ago I took this picture on our cruise. Our last port was Dubrovnik, Croatia, a city I never knew I wanted to visit. Now, I think I must go back. The views from the city walls were breath-taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Phew. So those are my top ten! The good news? Next year I should get to pick ELEVEN! Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in mostly related news, because I likely won't get around to posting my New Year's resolutions here is one. Learn to shoot in manual mode. . . (if you have any tips or resources I'd love to hear them!!)&amp;nbsp;I'm one of those shoot and hope kinda photographers. I'd love to be one who KNOWS they are getting the perfect&amp;nbsp;shot. This has actually been a goal for a long time, but hey, this &lt;strike&gt;could&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; WILL be the year. Need to sharpen my skills for all those precious moments to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-767137565778698384?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/767137565778698384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-10-of-10.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/767137565778698384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/767137565778698384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-10-of-10.html' title='Top 10 of &apos;10'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TR8eRDizOrI/AAAAAAAABgg/Y4254h1i0Zc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8718583292246580892</id><published>2010-12-24T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:03:17.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Thinking of all our friends and family back home, while exploring out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TRWI2ex9lcI/AAAAAAAABgY/2zJoySHk7jI/s1600/231esm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TRWI2ex9lcI/AAAAAAAABgY/2zJoySHk7jI/s640/231esm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8718583292246580892?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8718583292246580892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8718583292246580892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8718583292246580892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TRWI2ex9lcI/AAAAAAAABgY/2zJoySHk7jI/s72-c/231esm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6170908630565647314</id><published>2010-12-18T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T10:15:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love, from Verona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzw_lO8FFI/AAAAAAAABf0/61brbv3asbM/s1600/IMG_6043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzw_lO8FFI/AAAAAAAABf0/61brbv3asbM/s320/IMG_6043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzxeIIHv8I/AAAAAAAABf4/8c5BagLn7hE/s1600/IMG_6103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzxeIIHv8I/AAAAAAAABf4/8c5BagLn7hE/s320/IMG_6103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzx0YI0T9I/AAAAAAAABf8/ZtlBRM3FVKw/s1600/IMG_6111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzz-4mZoJI/AAAAAAAABgU/Trwjd7aSEvQ/s320/IMG_6314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzzV_kqXtI/AAAAAAAABgM/TrNWS7rOH4A/s1600/IMG_6251E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzzV_kqXtI/AAAAAAAABgM/TrNWS7rOH4A/s640/IMG_6251E.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6170908630565647314?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6170908630565647314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-love-from-verona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6170908630565647314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6170908630565647314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-love-from-verona.html' title='With Love, from Verona'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQzw_lO8FFI/AAAAAAAABf0/61brbv3asbM/s72-c/IMG_6043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-870445252960559859</id><published>2010-12-14T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:13:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lens</title><content type='html'>Ah. Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new lens for my Cannon Rebel. It's a 50mm 1.8/f and I've only had it for about an hour. . .with a messy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQfMSyuln7I/AAAAAAAABfU/ynDOkX5pI1I/s1600/IMG_5972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQfMSyuln7I/AAAAAAAABfU/ynDOkX5pI1I/s640/IMG_5972.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQfMl98G4ZI/AAAAAAAABfY/GdpUoS6cYw4/s1600/IMG_5965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQfMl98G4ZI/AAAAAAAABfY/GdpUoS6cYw4/s640/IMG_5965.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the bokeh, and can't wait to play with it more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-870445252960559859?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/870445252960559859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-lens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/870445252960559859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/870445252960559859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-lens.html' title='New Lens'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQfMSyuln7I/AAAAAAAABfU/ynDOkX5pI1I/s72-c/IMG_5972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-7679810764485206522</id><published>2010-12-11T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:42:26.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOlgkhxARI/AAAAAAAABeg/r5kLTr2iVsg/s1600/IMG_5839e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOlgkhxARI/AAAAAAAABeg/r5kLTr2iVsg/s640/IMG_5839e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Germans are predicting this winter will be the worst in 100 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNt6i6eGoI/AAAAAAAABeI/zzXREFx4gIE/s1600/IMG_5756e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNt6i6eGoI/AAAAAAAABeI/zzXREFx4gIE/s400/IMG_5756e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I feel like they say that every year :) But it IS only December 10th and I'd say over the past two weeks we've gotten close to (edit from last night) OVER 2 FEET of snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOfBaOgBjI/AAAAAAAABeY/EqR42_pJA0c/s1600/IMG_5787e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOfBaOgBjI/AAAAAAAABeY/EqR42_pJA0c/s400/IMG_5787e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I loooove it. Jackson, eh, he finds it mildly interesting. (Not to mention my HUSBAND has gotten quite a few snow days and delayed starts from it. More family is ALWAYS a bonus, in pretty much everyone's book, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNshiTPg4I/AAAAAAAABd4/C_JukBkj35I/s1600/IMG_5266e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNshiTPg4I/AAAAAAAABd4/C_JukBkj35I/s640/IMG_5266e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNs-_b33ZI/AAAAAAAABd8/gOTFPyjSStI/s1600/IMG_5299e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNs-_b33ZI/AAAAAAAABd8/gOTFPyjSStI/s640/IMG_5299e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE we got all of this snow (think back to Thanksgiving weekend) we drove out to Wald Wipfel Weg. Yeah. Don't ask me how to pronounce it. It was&amp;nbsp;our first big snow outing of the season was beautiful. We loved watching the snow come down in sheets. Catching on hats, hoods and eyelashes. Who doesn't love a good snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOzeXL4QXI/AAAAAAAABes/GvUMI2dNd08/s1600/IMG_9147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOzeXL4QXI/AAAAAAAABes/GvUMI2dNd08/s640/IMG_9147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOzlBkAfNI/AAAAAAAABew/IJgfR9ZRW8U/s1600/IMG_9177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOzlBkAfNI/AAAAAAAABew/IJgfR9ZRW8U/s640/IMG_9177.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't terribly cold, and certainly not cold enough to detract from the beautiful scenery. I love how thick and heavy&amp;nbsp;the snow&amp;nbsp;is- sticking and piling to the branches of the trees- to the extent it looks like it's been shot with a fire extinguisher. . .but prettier because you know it hasn't. Maybe the snow does the same thing back home but there are so many more trees here in Germany it gives it a different effect? Either way, it's one of my favorite things about this country. The trees and the heavy wet snow that beautifully catches on every surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNr2EIGewI/AAAAAAAABdw/7sh8NKoKzJA/s1600/4bafc2bb-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNr2EIGewI/AAAAAAAABdw/7sh8NKoKzJA/s640/4bafc2bb-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WWW has&amp;nbsp;a giant elevated wooden walkway 100feet off the ground. It was MAGICAL walking through the tops (or at least middles) of the snow covered trees. And did I mention little sparkly Christmas lights lead the way? Yeah, double magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1Hc85ToI/AAAAAAAABe4/BhrEDOn37Kc/s1600/IMG_9208+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1Hc85ToI/AAAAAAAABe4/BhrEDOn37Kc/s640/IMG_9208+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1y2PiqAI/AAAAAAAABfI/VVHTV6YqG7Q/s1600/IMG_9321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1y2PiqAI/AAAAAAAABfI/VVHTV6YqG7Q/s640/IMG_9321.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On clear days they say you can see for quite a ways- but with all the snow we focused on the close up scenery- beautiful snow covered trees- footprints intermixed with stroller tracks. And we went early so we were actually the only people there- I'm all for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNtQQylgPI/AAAAAAAABeA/WJPbpWDD9VY/s1600/IMG_5313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNtQQylgPI/AAAAAAAABeA/WJPbpWDD9VY/s400/IMG_5313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'd love to go back, some clear day in the spring, maybe? We also topped off the day with a little Gluhwine (and Kinderpunch for the smaller guests) in a BIG tee pee with a toasty fire to warm up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNr68uRsoI/AAAAAAAABd0/uo3VBY1untc/s1600/b7cc01ff-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNr68uRsoI/AAAAAAAABd0/uo3VBY1untc/s640/b7cc01ff-1+copy.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing not everyone knows what Gluhwine is? It's a hot, steamy, mulled, spiced, delicious, usually red wine. Served hot and steamy in mugs (this is important to warm those cold, cold hands) to carry around Christmas Markets and the like. I really like Germans- they go straight from drinking beer in the summer and fall fests into drinking Gluhwine and other tasty 'adult beverages' during the Christmas&amp;nbsp;Markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNrzNrerwI/AAAAAAAABds/BENYaA3rlKs/s1600/3f4b7e11-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNrzNrerwI/AAAAAAAABds/BENYaA3rlKs/s640/3f4b7e11-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1VVfcexI/AAAAAAAABe8/vGyoQZh59GA/s1600/IMG_9243+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQO1VVfcexI/AAAAAAAABe8/vGyoQZh59GA/s640/IMG_9243+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And our forecast this week? Looks a little like this. Uh, hope we can make our way down to Venice at the end of the week for our CRUISE! Wish us luck, we may need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOeoKSW5II/AAAAAAAABeU/jRpMdjhNikI/s320/weather.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNthPqSyqI/AAAAAAAABeE/KggyF3x84NE/s1600/IMG_5340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQNthPqSyqI/AAAAAAAABeE/KggyF3x84NE/s640/IMG_5340.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8091624100099892305-7679810764485206522?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7679810764485206522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7679810764485206522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7679810764485206522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TQOlgkhxARI/AAAAAAAABeg/r5kLTr2iVsg/s72-c/IMG_5839e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2817244233748318889</id><published>2010-11-30T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:39:13.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving love.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of the best on record. To see Andy so much was awesome. This guy works. A lot. So we love every 'extra' minute we can share. We debated a trip (specifically to Paris) but decided against it with our upcoming cruise and general recent lack of laid-back family time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUkNt6UzvI/AAAAAAAABco/oUlN3CO03hk/s1600/IMG_5129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUkNt6UzvI/AAAAAAAABco/oUlN3CO03hk/s320/IMG_5129.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUkjzlgHVI/AAAAAAAABcs/5IR_uBebct4/s1600/IMG_5130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUkjzlgHVI/AAAAAAAABcs/5IR_uBebct4/s320/IMG_5130.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUzplu4QUI/AAAAAAAABc4/uY2pZHC1T4Y/s1600/IMG_5193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUzplu4QUI/AAAAAAAABc4/uY2pZHC1T4Y/s640/IMG_5193.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUz_RmFuRI/AAAAAAAABc8/lZV78M6tD0s/s1600/IMG_5195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUz_RmFuRI/AAAAAAAABc8/lZV78M6tD0s/s640/IMG_5195.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You already saw how we spent Thanksgiving Day. It was a wonderfully lazy weekend all around. We had some great time relaxing and enjoying, but still managed to squeeze in a family photo shoot, a walk in a winter wonderland and a Christmas Market. (More on those later, if I find time.) But our highlight was the time we spent at home as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPU0jaPeLKI/AAAAAAAABdA/eOJZIEbnc8g/s1600/IMG_5211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPU0jaPeLKI/AAAAAAAABdA/eOJZIEbnc8g/s640/IMG_5211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jackson’s toy shelf is overflowing. I know I need to pull some toys upstairs and ‘rotate’ them so a) he has ‘new’ toys to play with on occasion and b) so he can actually SEE what toys he has to pick from. One of the toys we decided to pull was the ever-annoying ball popper. Minutes after Andy and I discussed moving the ball popper, Jackson pulls it off the second shelf with a crash and then proceeds to play with it almost continuously for the next few days. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVDQ_CwCbI/AAAAAAAABdI/difRrAeCwmo/s1600/IMG_5218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVDQ_CwCbI/AAAAAAAABdI/difRrAeCwmo/s400/IMG_5218.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVDnYsafuI/AAAAAAAABdM/GaZcH_Mqcmw/s1600/IMG_5221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVDnYsafuI/AAAAAAAABdM/GaZcH_Mqcmw/s400/IMG_5221.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUj0TAtBnI/AAAAAAAABck/89oSNW4ONhg/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUj0TAtBnI/AAAAAAAABck/89oSNW4ONhg/s640/IMG_5097.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think since he’s gotten good at standing the toy holds more interest for him. He stands above the blower (air pushes the balls out) and picks up the balls as they come out. It’s actually pretty cool because these balls are floating on a stream of air, he has to carefully grab the ball, if he grabs too hard the ball gets pushed back down into the tube. He also enjoys leaning over and letting the air hit his face. I love his ‘what was that’ expression he gives me before he leans over to do it again &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course we also got our tree up this weekend. It looks a little bare with only kid 'safe' ornaments, but we'll be buying more soon. I'm so glad we decided to put it up (there was some slight debate- would he pull it over? Break ornaments? will it be worth it if we are going to be gone over Xmas?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVROrNHQPI/AAAAAAAABdo/7CWSgGAthKk/s1600/IMG_5559e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVROrNHQPI/AAAAAAAABdo/7CWSgGAthKk/s400/IMG_5559e.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s been totally worth it and it’s only been a few days. I LOVE watching holidays come alive through little eyes reflecting countless twinkly lights, through little hands carefully ‘rearranging’ ornaments, and through little ears and bodies listening and dancing to Christmas carols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVEWB332aI/AAAAAAAABdQ/xVPTLuPv-AI/s1600/IMG_5353e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_554321214"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVEWB332aI/AAAAAAAABdQ/xVPTLuPv-AI/s640/IMG_5353e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_554321215"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;“Rockin around the Christmas Tree” and “Jingle Bell Rock” are both favorites at the moment and are a guaranteed daily occasion of dancing and singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVPlhGybeI/AAAAAAAABdc/Fu8PrBbyt9k/s1600/IMG_5360e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVPlhGybeI/AAAAAAAABdc/Fu8PrBbyt9k/s640/IMG_5360e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First thing in the morning I pulg in the tree and we enjoy looking at it all day and night. It’s magical and there is no better way to describe it. Why can't we do this all year? Christmas Carols? Lighted Trees? Extra time with those we love? Ah, mazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVQOkbjdlI/AAAAAAAABdg/Ez37rIICBOU/s1600/IMG_5546e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVQOkbjdlI/AAAAAAAABdg/Ez37rIICBOU/s640/IMG_5546e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Another thing I love? Unplanned naps. I crashed out on the couch watching a movie and my little man joined me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVExOqUMyI/AAAAAAAABdU/fHktuKGESu4/s1600/IMG_5362e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVExOqUMyI/AAAAAAAABdU/fHktuKGESu4/s640/IMG_5362e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More on snowy adventures and the German-famous Christkindlmarkts soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***and the Christmas Card posted earlier? I just want you to know it took 4 attempts and at least 50 pictures to get that one picture with both of the dogs looking and close enough to each other- it was such a hard space/dimension to fit! (and for whatever reason whenever Patton sits on a hardwood floor his but slides back CONSTANTLY)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVFWtmwyLI/AAAAAAAABdY/ikVA9wClgBA/s1600/IMG_5505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPVFWtmwyLI/AAAAAAAABdY/ikVA9wClgBA/s640/IMG_5505.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="64" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUzplu4QUI/AAAAAAAABc4/uY2pZHC1T4Y/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 556px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 554px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2817244233748318889?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2817244233748318889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2817244233748318889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2817244233748318889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-love.html' title='Thanksgiving love.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TPUkNt6UzvI/AAAAAAAABco/oUlN3CO03hk/s72-c/IMG_5129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-4371393232841603790</id><published>2010-11-27T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:21:38.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="height: 494px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y; height: 482px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="height: 34px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 14px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 14px; width: 105px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height: 350px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0Act27Jq5at2Kg/0Act27Jq5at2KuLA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1290885381000/0/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="background-color: #f4f4e9; height: 55px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures In Red Christmas Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shop Shutterfly.com for elegant &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Christmas photo cards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=msc&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry to ruin the surprise for some of you, but I love these cards so much I had to share! I used my 50 free cards code for blogging about Shutterfly in a previous post, along with ordering 20 more at 30% off and free shipping on everything, talk about an awesome deal. Can't wait to see them in person. Can you? So many reasons to love Shutterfly! Maybe we need some Christmas/1 year books next? Where to find the time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-4371393232841603790?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4371393232841603790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4371393232841603790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/4371393232841603790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2347150882503040831</id><published>2010-11-26T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:38:58.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Who could ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TO9vLikF1_I/AAAAAAAABcc/6V3rZargCmk/s1600/IMG_5158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TO9vLikF1_I/AAAAAAAABcc/6V3rZargCmk/s640/IMG_5158.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We spent Thanksgiving dinner with friends at the dining facility (DFAC) on post. The food was good and plentiful, and there was no cleanup! It was nice to see so many Army families together celebrating and sharing the holiday. We topped the day off skyping with family, making some sweet turkey finger-paintings, watching Elf (I totally cried) and singing along to Christmas carols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TO9vjBLyVQI/AAAAAAAABcg/j57Qt1wpuEs/s1600/IMG_5257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TO9vjBLyVQI/AAAAAAAABcg/j57Qt1wpuEs/s640/IMG_5257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Funny story about the DFAC?&amp;nbsp; I have to ask Andy frequently what DFAC stands for. He tells me "Dining facility.". . .I always respond with "But what are the A and C for?"&amp;nbsp;. . . Apparently it should be written D-FAC, that would help me a lot. (The A and C are part of facility)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2347150882503040831?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2347150882503040831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2347150882503040831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2347150882503040831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TO9vLikF1_I/AAAAAAAABcc/6V3rZargCmk/s72-c/IMG_5158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-750430560858859653</id><published>2010-11-18T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:14:14.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So has Jackson officially transitioned into a 'kid' or 'toddler' because he turned 1 YEAR OLD? I don't know. I used to think Yes- 1 year olds aren't babies, duh. But AREN'T they? Mine is, to me. I'm sure when people see him screaming his head off they don't think "Oh, that baby" but more likely "Ugh, kids." but whatever. Jackson is my baby and I hope I'll always find his excited yells as a sign of his developing milestones and growing personality (Yeah, I know, remind me of THIS in a few years! And, hey, I said EXCITED yells.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUoERJuCAI/AAAAAAAABb0/46nto80nSdo/s1600/IMG_2296e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUoERJuCAI/AAAAAAAABb0/46nto80nSdo/s640/IMG_2296e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also into everything. All the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUoZek7VfI/AAAAAAAABb4/OPK6Iqc5ikA/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUoZek7VfI/AAAAAAAABb4/OPK6Iqc5ikA/s640/IMG_2382.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I made the bed and was picking up the water glasses from the night before (I actually took up my water bottle) when Jackson looked up at me. Put his hand, fingers spread, perpendicular to his mouth (the sign for water is 3 fingers in a W shape tapped by the side of your mouth, but still pretty darn close) and then pointed (well reached) for my water bottle. He may very likely have meant nothing by it, but I really think these 'kids' know more than they are letting on. I think they understand more and try to communicate more than we sometimes give them credit for. So I'm giving him credit, and if he never does it again, that's ok, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking. No he's really not a 'walker' yet. He will take&amp;nbsp;6-7 steps between Andy and I. This is, in fact, his favorite game right now. We sit on the floor and he walks/lunges between the two of us, immediately turning around after he falls into Andy or I waiting to steady himself and send him off the other way. He will also 'attempt' to go between pieces of furniture, but because our house is not so large most of the furniture is within finger-tip-touching distance. He'll stretch pretty far to get from one piece to the next. He is however, an expert stair climber. Even when climbing our see-through stairs which gives me a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUuqaKKlsI/AAAAAAAABcE/a0lH64-Ca3s/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUuqaKKlsI/AAAAAAAABcE/a0lH64-Ca3s/s640/IMG_2749.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. We won't even go there. My great sleeper baby is not such a great sleeper (toddler?). Trying some new things that seem to be working, but honestly I think the biggest 'pro' in our book lately is lack of teething symptoms. Jackson has 6 little teeth and as sure as I've said that I'm sure the next two will start their ascent any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUvL_52hhI/AAAAAAAABcI/c1zTOShmzNA/s1600/IMG_3599+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUvL_52hhI/AAAAAAAABcI/c1zTOShmzNA/s640/IMG_3599+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Andy home it seems I have unlimited time and energy. Well obviously not UNLIMITED, but finding time to do those little extras (upload pictures, work on my household notebook (more on this later), BLOG!) and just generally get a little more sleep and change a couple less diapers. It's fantastic. Fantastic to have someone to share your highs and lows with, someone to pick you up and step in when you need a little help.&amp;nbsp;I appreciate him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m constantly amazed by the relationship between these two. Had you asked me a year ago which dog would be his ‘buddy’ later, I would have undoubtedly answered, “Bentley”. However, Patton and Jack seem to share some kindred, goofy spirit and I love watching them together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUviLyMmWI/AAAAAAAABcM/o2tIQLWD05A/s1600/IMG_2689+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUviLyMmWI/AAAAAAAABcM/o2tIQLWD05A/s640/IMG_2689+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUpElQ_Q5I/AAAAAAAABcA/kLQHmcDWMY8/s1600/IMG_2654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUpElQ_Q5I/AAAAAAAABcA/kLQHmcDWMY8/s640/IMG_2654.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love watching Jackson with his guinea pig ‘Chewy’. I keep trying to convince Jackson that he and Chewy should be great friends. Jackson keeps trying to ‘share’ Chewy with his great friend Patton. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUnbreltcI/AAAAAAAABbw/vSeB9g-mCnM/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUnbreltcI/AAAAAAAABbw/vSeB9g-mCnM/s640/IMG_1466.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUotWO1qiI/AAAAAAAABb8/i9CzNdGjbWY/s1600/IMG_2403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUotWO1qiI/AAAAAAAABb8/i9CzNdGjbWY/s640/IMG_2403.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forgive the fact that Jackson apparently lives in that orange striped shirt, and is also addicted to the pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I forgot to add, my favorite thing right now is when Jackson is doing something he shouldn't be (as in playing with the computer cord in this picture) if you say his name and look at him sternley he shakes his head. As if telling you he is NOT really doing that thing he shouldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOVeHPXHiFI/AAAAAAAABcQ/t9c-p3HUS1E/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOVeHPXHiFI/AAAAAAAABcQ/t9c-p3HUS1E/s640/IMG_1198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8091624100099892305-750430560858859653?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/750430560858859653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/kid-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/750430560858859653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/750430560858859653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/kid-update.html' title='Kid update'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TOUoERJuCAI/AAAAAAAABb0/46nto80nSdo/s72-c/IMG_2296e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-5496049194782412622</id><published>2010-11-16T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:55:19.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like. . .</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on my friend Rachel's blog today that Thanksgiving is in a week. I laughed when I read this, thoroughly convinced she somehow had it confused. Um, no. She is right. Thanksgiving is a week from Thursday. Over here, far from celebrating family and friends, we keep it low key. Many families opt to travel Europe on this long weekend. We, however, will be staying put. Not yet sure what our Thanksgiving day festivities entail, but I'll be sure to let you know when we figure it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is usually the deadline for me to order our Christmas cards- it takes a while to get them over here, just to sign, seal, and deliver them back to our loved ones in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard of an offer for bloggers to get 50 free &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly) Every year I end up choosing Shutterfly because of their beautiful designs, high quality prints, and often discounted prices. If&amp;nbsp;you sign up for their emails you'll recieve special promo codes throughout the year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the card I'm thinking of for this year with a picture for each of the seasons as our family has grown over the past year. I had an idea that I wanted to do something along those lines, and of course when I checked out Shutterfly they had the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/happy-memories-christmas-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=8&amp;amp;storeNode=93476&amp;amp;fe=16"&gt;perfect one.&lt;/a&gt; Simple. Beautiful. Pictures speak louder than words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/modern-merry-squares-christmas-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93476"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;though. Hmm. Really there are tons of awesome choices. I could look through them all day! So many great ones to choose from. You should totally check out their &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards"&gt;holiday photo cards!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;You're bound to fall in love with more than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you too want free cards- check it out &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;HERE! (updated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update. Apparently I jumped the gun and wrote the blog before the directions came via email. I also sent you all to the wrong link! Oops. I updated it above. The original one I posted was for after you signed up and after you blogged. Good luck all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update again, just wanted you to know I got my promo code. . .now just to use it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-5496049194782412622?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5496049194782412622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5496049194782412622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/5496049194782412622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like. . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1157632751273895218</id><published>2010-11-15T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:01:35.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=c8bafb70c6fb93b6589bd9" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=c8bafb70c6fb93b6589bd9&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8091624100099892305-1157632751273895218?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1157632751273895218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/jackson-first-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1157632751273895218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1157632751273895218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/jackson-first-year.html' title='Jackson&amp;#39;s First Year'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-238645745783540299</id><published>2010-11-11T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:49:37.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home of the free, because of the brave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwU6FFOq3I/AAAAAAAABbk/yDKgRY5tUPk/s1600/DSC02638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwU6FFOq3I/AAAAAAAABbk/yDKgRY5tUPk/s640/DSC02638.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an Army spouse is about so much more than deployments. &lt;br /&gt;About more than having to pick-up-your-whole-world-and-move every few years. &lt;br /&gt;About more than the ridiculously long hours. &lt;br /&gt;About more than the all too consuming fear of losing the one you can't imagine living without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also about pride. &lt;br /&gt;About love. &lt;br /&gt;About caring. &lt;br /&gt;About respect. &lt;br /&gt;And strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army spouses I know are by far some of the strongest women I know. (No offense intended to the other amazing strong women I know). It's just something so difficult to explain, a world you can't imagine until you've been there. These women do it all. Whatever it is that needs to be done. Spending hours, days, weeks, months and years worrying. working. single parenting. volunteering. You name it, she does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All often with little complaint, because you know while your husband gives so much, others have given more, others have given all. So it makes the tireless days seem like gifts and the future, though often uncertain, seem like a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is not about the Army spouse. Today is about their husbands and wives. About the soldiers who have fought for our freedom, about those who have given everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military spouses have an incredibly difficult job, but our husbands possibly have a tougher one. They have to do endure stressful, dangerous deployments while worrying about and providing for a family back home. Trying to keep the connections with their spouses and children while missing countless milestones and holidays. And when they come back? They are able to pick right back up where they left off, helping at home and still often working exhausting hours. They don't know what it would be like to work 9-5. There is no such thing as calling in sick. They do their job not only for themselves, but for their families, and for their country. No rest for the weary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our men (and women) in uniform are heroes in every sense of the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are so proud of our soldier, our veteran, our daddy. Honey, thanks for EVERYTHING you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwQj9J27HI/AAAAAAAABbY/DiqS6AlFhss/s1600/IMG_9514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwQj9J27HI/AAAAAAAABbY/DiqS6AlFhss/s640/IMG_9514.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwQ5_juRtI/AAAAAAAABbc/HiFBUKjt0NQ/s640/IMG_9525.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwM3V_yPEI/AAAAAAAABa0/KHrLIiu4Shk/s1600/IMG_0324bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwM3V_yPEI/AAAAAAAABa0/KHrLIiu4Shk/s640/IMG_0324bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwNTobhcWI/AAAAAAAABa4/GvdjkUmtY9k/s1600/IMG_1783e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwNTobhcWI/AAAAAAAABa4/GvdjkUmtY9k/s640/IMG_1783e2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-238645745783540299?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/238645745783540299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-of-free-because-of-brave.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/238645745783540299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/238645745783540299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-of-free-because-of-brave.html' title='Home of the free, because of the brave.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNwU6FFOq3I/AAAAAAAABbk/yDKgRY5tUPk/s72-c/DSC02638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-7931252962505593060</id><published>2010-11-10T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:43:41.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpwgUFwNrI/AAAAAAAABaU/JoBHswmwqf4/s1600/IMG_3755e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpwgUFwNrI/AAAAAAAABaU/JoBHswmwqf4/s640/IMG_3755e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little guy is officially one. We had a wonderful party for Jackson&amp;nbsp;on Saturday with great friends and family. Yaya even made the trip to be here for the big day! Though there were many friends and family missed, we know they were with us in spirit and we look forward to&amp;nbsp;celebrating with them in years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpwx8BEplI/AAAAAAAABaY/tzV2ygcIkrY/s1600/IMG_3847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpwx8BEplI/AAAAAAAABaY/tzV2ygcIkrY/s640/IMG_3847.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpxHbtjzsI/AAAAAAAABac/_7FkxXRH7I8/s1600/IMG_3885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpxHbtjzsI/AAAAAAAABac/_7FkxXRH7I8/s640/IMG_3885.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpxiImGmGI/AAAAAAAABag/2HEiz2cLKXA/s1600/IMG_3908edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpxiImGmGI/AAAAAAAABag/2HEiz2cLKXA/s640/IMG_3908edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpvydIFA9I/AAAAAAAABaM/A_BpfKUcMKM/s1600/IMG_3999e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpvydIFA9I/AAAAAAAABaM/A_BpfKUcMKM/s640/IMG_3999e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpx7P-6KDI/AAAAAAAABak/DWRnpzge2MA/s1600/IMG_3917e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpx7P-6KDI/AAAAAAAABak/DWRnpzge2MA/s640/IMG_3917e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpyaomjH5I/AAAAAAAABas/UFFv4rWIJ8o/s1600/IMG_3939e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpyaomjH5I/AAAAAAAABas/UFFv4rWIJ8o/s640/IMG_3939e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can't believe this little guy has been in our lives a whole year (ok a little longer, but I'm sure the view is different on the other side of the belly). I've felt so amazingly blessed to have this opportunity. I'm pretty sure being a parent is the coolest. job. ever. Watching these little beings explore, learn and grow is such an awe inspiring experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpyL_WFZUI/AAAAAAAABao/Y67WEfiiCds/s1600/IMG_3935e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpyL_WFZUI/AAAAAAAABao/Y67WEfiiCds/s640/IMG_3935e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving the journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;PS- Another thing I wanted to note is that I loved my friends wishing ME a happy birth-day and I thought that was pretty awesome. You know, to acknowledge my small part in the day!! I will remember to do this for all my amazing mommy friends from now on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-7931252962505593060?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7931252962505593060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7931252962505593060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7931252962505593060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-late.html' title='A little late'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TNpwgUFwNrI/AAAAAAAABaU/JoBHswmwqf4/s72-c/IMG_3755e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-9061116867717487789</id><published>2010-11-02T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:07:43.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines from our household.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"LEGOS EVERYWHERE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I find them in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the car, in my purse, in my REFRIDGERATOR.&amp;nbsp;. . pretty much anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lock up your toilet paper. . . suspected thief on the lose" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_lZtCF2mI/AAAAAAAABZw/PpOh0_TVcPc/s1600/IMG_1933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_lZtCF2mI/AAAAAAAABZw/PpOh0_TVcPc/s640/IMG_1933.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whereas Legos I find everywhere, toilet paper is an elusive commodity. It is either shredded to pieces on the floor, located on a high window ledge or has disappeared completely. . .into the mouth of one beast or another...apparently we've always had toilet paper issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_wOFq_i2I/AAAAAAAABaA/GZ6ehR_X1D0/s1600/100_1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_wOFq_i2I/AAAAAAAABaA/GZ6ehR_X1D0/s400/100_1784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Circa 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You thought only puppies chewed furniture?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Not sure what it is about these new chompers (Jackson is working on his 6th tooth) but he gnaws my table legs. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We're busy. Well, Jackson is busy and I'm following him picking up messes, pulling things out of his mouth and attempting to entertain with 'appropriate' toys. Ha. Not that I don't love every minute of it, but Oy! single parenting can be tough. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_kyx4ku3I/AAAAAAAABZo/iE_Thb7JtV0/s1600/IMG_1731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_kyx4ku3I/AAAAAAAABZo/iE_Thb7JtV0/s640/IMG_1731.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here are some pictures from the past week. I wanted to share with my hubby who is working and exploring Jordan. Per my hubby's facebook: Today I was on Mount Nebo, visited the Jordan River where Jesus was baptized and then went swimming in the Dead Sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Awesome. Miss you, babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_lty5Bw_I/AAAAAAAABZ0/1eBjZWGV0eM/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_lty5Bw_I/AAAAAAAABZ0/1eBjZWGV0eM/s640/IMG_2806.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_mDNxsvnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/fbBO8B5sMbA/s1600/IMG_2841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_mDNxsvnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/fbBO8B5sMbA/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-9061116867717487789?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9061116867717487789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/headlines-from-our-household.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9061116867717487789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/9061116867717487789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/11/headlines-from-our-household.html' title='Headlines from our household.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TM_lZtCF2mI/AAAAAAAABZw/PpOh0_TVcPc/s72-c/IMG_1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3025410198951316197</id><published>2010-10-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:56:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Holidays</title><content type='html'>Halloween is the last 'first' holiday for Jackson. Totally bittersweet. Andy won't be here but we'll be celebrating anyway. It's sad to think of all those 'first' holidays being over. . .but just imagine the fun he'll have in years to come. Soon he'll be unwrapping presents, searching for eggs, decorating cookies, carving pumpkins, and probably refusing to let me dress&amp;nbsp;him in oh so cute hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMctWFBMs1I/AAAAAAAABZE/jFLsBRhNPEA/s1600/IMG_2878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMctWFBMs1I/AAAAAAAABZE/jFLsBRhNPEA/s640/IMG_2878.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last Halloween Jackson was snug as a bug as the 'peanut' in my M and M costume. . .dancing to the music at our friend's Halloween party. . .I was almost afraid to sit on her couch for fear of my water breaking (I had a dream about it the week before). . .enjoying time with my husband. . .it turned out to be the last Saturday night before we became parents,&amp;nbsp;totally (ok, moderately)&amp;nbsp;oblivious as to how much our lives would change in 6 short days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMctDD3ZN8I/AAAAAAAABZA/x90AFcLqFZk/s1600/IMG_2839edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMctDD3ZN8I/AAAAAAAABZA/x90AFcLqFZk/s640/IMG_2839edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We did carve a pumpkin this year- by we I mean 'I'. . .I got to gut it, I got to bake the seeds (Yes, I got to eat them), and I got to carve it. .&amp;nbsp; .but it is totally worth it to know we're starting traditions that will enrich his childhood and create special memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcuRlzc3iI/AAAAAAAABZM/Sh50AAgzKAA/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcuRlzc3iI/AAAAAAAABZM/Sh50AAgzKAA/s640/IMG_2985.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcyF39zWCI/AAAAAAAABZc/IuhKVSnrHkU/s1600/IMG_2998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcyF39zWCI/AAAAAAAABZc/IuhKVSnrHkU/s640/IMG_2998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little costume 'preview'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcu53TskHI/AAAAAAAABZY/wGUKFuFjj34/s1600/IMG_7060edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMcu53TskHI/AAAAAAAABZY/wGUKFuFjj34/s640/IMG_7060edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint. It goes "Neah". . .and while Googling 'what does a goat say' I found this video I remember from college. . .I WAS an Animal Science major. . you'd think I&amp;nbsp;KNOW what a goat says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK7eUzbcyRo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you don't think goats say "Neah" or even if you agree- leave me a comment and tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3025410198951316197?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3025410198951316197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-holidays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3025410198951316197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3025410198951316197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-holidays.html' title='First Holidays'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMctWFBMs1I/AAAAAAAABZE/jFLsBRhNPEA/s72-c/IMG_2878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-3388594557761859824</id><published>2010-10-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:30:33.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMQvgdlLHNI/AAAAAAAABY8/gQBHu6yHTzA/s1600/IMG_8554blog+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMQvgdlLHNI/AAAAAAAABY8/gQBHu6yHTzA/s640/IMG_8554blog+edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3388594557761859824?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3388594557761859824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/ready-or-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3388594557761859824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3388594557761859824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or not. . . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TMQvgdlLHNI/AAAAAAAABY8/gQBHu6yHTzA/s72-c/IMG_8554blog+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2033451321957974350</id><published>2010-10-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:44:53.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, obviously we love our time here in Germany- it's been such an experience, one I'll treasure for the rest of our lives. . . however the, by far, biggest drawback is the distance from loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtO8VD35rI/AAAAAAAABX4/PhVeqAy8n9I/s1600/IMG_5146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtO8VD35rI/AAAAAAAABX4/PhVeqAy8n9I/s640/IMG_5146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thankfully in this day and age there are a multitude of opportunities to stay in touch. We have the internet, free stateside calling and we've even made two trips back to the states&amp;nbsp;to reconnect with family. But when you don't know when you'll be back next, it is tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtOlUKGeII/AAAAAAAABX0/fwQI1Y2bUZ8/s1600/IMG_4862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtOlUKGeII/AAAAAAAABX0/fwQI1Y2bUZ8/s640/IMG_4862.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Technology has come so far. These days we Skype with our families frequently. This summer I spent many 'days' just 'on the computer' with my sister. Doing mundane things. Feeding the baby, washing the baby, playing with the baby. With her 'there' it was great to be able to share our everyday life, and close the huge distance between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtEolvJmQI/AAAAAAAABW8/OuzEEjMMaTQ/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtEolvJmQI/AAAAAAAABW8/OuzEEjMMaTQ/s400/Video+call+snapshot+25.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Skype often. Mostly on the weekends- due to the time difference- for an hour here and there we get to talk, chat, watch in awe of the awesome little guy we all love so dearly. The first trans-Atlantic waves shared with Yaya were a momentous occasion. The first crawl-steps they saw, the first walking steps they will see, I'm so thankful to be able to share these with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtFBU03qAI/AAAAAAAABXw/cOgR_mS5T1o/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+80.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtFBU03qAI/AAAAAAAABXw/cOgR_mS5T1o/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+80.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be back in the same time zone (or even continent)! But until then- thankful that we have an awesome way to connect. Some of my favorite pictures from these times are captured with the tiny, grainy webcam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQpycv6uI/AAAAAAAABYI/LaLte0mI5m8/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQpycv6uI/AAAAAAAABYI/LaLte0mI5m8/s400/Video+call+snapshot+24.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQrL2io_I/AAAAAAAABYM/xLthC32zUHM/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQrL2io_I/AAAAAAAABYM/xLthC32zUHM/s400/Video+call+snapshot+29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQt2jdjQI/AAAAAAAABYU/_ckA0Bbjwus/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+45.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQt2jdjQI/AAAAAAAABYU/_ckA0Bbjwus/s400/Video+call+snapshot+45.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQyoZQ4cI/AAAAAAAABYg/yeKetOOr2zY/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TLtQyoZQ4cI/AAAAAAAABYg/yeKetOOr2zY/s400/Video+call+snapshot+53.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the first year of Jackson's life, wondering how I did it without the constant physical support of my family. . . and remember, they WERE there, they did get to share, and shower Jackson with a ton of virtual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK30w0ltvfI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZaQVAW8VWpA/s1600/IMG_8145e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Germany this time two years ago. It’s incredible to believe that two years have passed so quickly. I can still look back and remember seeing our little part of Germany for the first time. The beautiful fall colored hills, the windy roads, freshly plowed fields and heavily wooded views. I love this time of year anywhere, but here in Bavaria it is extra special, and something I want to hold onto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3ZAvQBaqI/AAAAAAAABS8/6k8WakwIqqQ/s1600/DSC03572edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3ZAvQBaqI/AAAAAAAABS8/6k8WakwIqqQ/s640/DSC03572edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(from our first days here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been beautiful lately- intermittent bright, crisp days mixed with cool, foggy, damp days. As Jackson’s gotten older we’ve enjoyed being able to share the world outside with him- bright, crisp days we make frequent trips to the park, explore the nearby forest, and often walk the windy German roads near our house. The cool days hold precious memories as well. . .failed pumpkin bread, quickly picking up the dining room with a baby balanced on my hip, listening for the distinct sound of our 1992 BMW pulling up to our garage 3 doors down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4QELRcgHI/AAAAAAAABU0/1SxGlL1BrHI/s1600/IMG_0734e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4QELRcgHI/AAAAAAAABU0/1SxGlL1BrHI/s640/IMG_0734e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3ihNIeuPI/AAAAAAAABTo/KVwB4vfLqJM/s1600/IMG_0855+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3ihNIeuPI/AAAAAAAABTo/KVwB4vfLqJM/s640/IMG_0855+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK33f8QvbAI/AAAAAAAABUo/MT4BMmJb13E/s1600/IMG_9925+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK33f8QvbAI/AAAAAAAABUo/MT4BMmJb13E/s640/IMG_9925+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3lS4kr7JI/AAAAAAAABT8/pi-Poznm0F4/s1600/IMG_8089e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3lS4kr7JI/AAAAAAAABT8/pi-Poznm0F4/s640/IMG_8089e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today is one of the ‘cool, damp, foggy’ ones. I’ll admit Jackson and I are both in our pajamas and other than standing at the back door to let the dogs out and a quick run to put the bio bag out, we’ve been inside. Curled on the couch together watching tv. It hasn’t been a perfect day with my extra crabby friend, but it’s been our day, to do with as we please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3aBHHEWgI/AAAAAAAABTE/4qoTAg6N0v4/s1600/IMG_0390e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3aBHHEWgI/AAAAAAAABTE/4qoTAg6N0v4/s640/IMG_0390e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3acG-Ez9I/AAAAAAAABTI/jQVulo3tJf0/s1600/IMG_0497e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3acG-Ez9I/AAAAAAAABTI/jQVulo3tJf0/s640/IMG_0497e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3cmRSxEOI/AAAAAAAABTY/1H26lOcIczU/s1600/IMG_0800e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3cmRSxEOI/AAAAAAAABTY/1H26lOcIczU/s640/IMG_0800e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m so thankful to have this experience, to live in a land so foreign, to gain perspective. I miss home daily- though really only the people. Learning to live without conveniences, to live without every possible ‘need’ being met, and learning what are mere ‘wants’. In Germany EVERY grocery store is closed by 2000 (8pm). . .as well as every Sunday. Family time is valued. HOME is a priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3mgQv7QeI/AAAAAAAABUI/fwLsvurK4Hc/s1600/IMG_8119e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3mgQv7QeI/AAAAAAAABUI/fwLsvurK4Hc/s640/IMG_8119e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4LsZC6xII/AAAAAAAABUs/gbthtdenZ9U/s1600/12f41bc7-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4LsZC6xII/AAAAAAAABUs/gbthtdenZ9U/s640/12f41bc7-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With just under a year until our expected return to the world of FAST. . I’m taking time to enjoy the slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3dgO7EXbI/AAAAAAAABTc/SWXddGmrlo8/s1600/IMG_0816e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3dgO7EXbI/AAAAAAAABTc/SWXddGmrlo8/s640/IMG_0816e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK311p5L5YI/AAAAAAAABUg/pnWG6N4qbwY/s1600/IMG_8159e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK311p5L5YI/AAAAAAAABUg/pnWG6N4qbwY/s640/IMG_8159e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielen Dank, Deutschland. Leaving you with some new favorite fall family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3a92_CdiI/AAAAAAAABTM/nYnSnTpkTok/s1600/IMG_0514e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3a92_CdiI/AAAAAAAABTM/nYnSnTpkTok/s640/IMG_0514e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3b9u88gQI/AAAAAAAABTU/ONm2cHtVgt4/s1600/IMG_0756e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3b9u88gQI/AAAAAAAABTU/ONm2cHtVgt4/s640/IMG_0756e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3eZgCSm-I/AAAAAAAABTk/Btkgft-3AhQ/s1600/IMG_8074e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3eZgCSm-I/AAAAAAAABTk/Btkgft-3AhQ/s640/IMG_8074e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*most photo credits go to my dear friend Cassie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4PbP2A1YI/AAAAAAAABUw/j31p3R8vMH4/s1600/IMG_0702e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK4PbP2A1YI/AAAAAAAABUw/j31p3R8vMH4/s640/IMG_0702e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-3948968478513554000?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3948968478513554000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3948968478513554000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/3948968478513554000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall.html' title='Fall.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TK3ZAvQBaqI/AAAAAAAABS8/6k8WakwIqqQ/s72-c/DSC03572edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-1689214621705519930</id><published>2010-10-05T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:48:52.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroller Envy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This blog is entirely about how much I love my new stroller. If you don’t want to continue, I totally understand. Just skim the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In Europe strollers are a BIG deal. I've even heard stories about people FINANCING their strollers (they cost THAT much). Everywhere we go I’m checking out strollers. The European ones are BIG, all terrain, convert from a pram (with bassinet) to stroller, sometimes with doubles options, generous sun shades, and, my favorite, rear-facing abilities. I’ve looked at purchasing some of the European options but they either don’t have the features I want, or come with a much to large price tag. . .before figuring in the crappy exchange rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Before Jackson was born I took it upon myself to research baby gear. . to the max. I researched every kind of baby bottle (a lot of good that did us) as well as sleeping options (crib, co-sleeper, bassinet) but my biggest hang up was the stroller. I wanted it all. . .you know, the light weight, full size, super easy micro-folding stroller that can fit one kid. . or two WITH a cup holder. I read tons of reviews and just COULD NOT decide. So for the first 6 months we used a Snap-n-Go which was perfect. It was SO light weight and tiny, perfect for our needs. While in the States we needed a new stroller (as we didn't take his infant car seat) but I still wasn't ready to 'take the plunge' so we bought a small, cheap, umbrella-ish Combi. . .yeah it worked. It saw us through Slovenia, Austria, Croatia, France (soon to add Italy, Greece, Croatia again, and EGYPT. . .can you tell I’m excited?) and countless sidewalks and shopping malls in Germany, but it wasn't (isn't) my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKs6IExdYAI/AAAAAAAABS0/2pZ0P7dnZyY/s1600/IMG_8585e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKs6IExdYAI/AAAAAAAABS0/2pZ0P7dnZyY/s640/IMG_8585e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now that Jackson is creeping up on a year old I decided it was time to figure it out. Originally I wanted a Phil and Teds. If you haven’t heard of it you should google it. It’s a regular all-terrain stroller but by adding a second seat to the back/basket area you can have two kids where one was before. Awesome, right? I just couldn't get over the negative reviews- bad sunshade, tires popping, and the biggest drawback was you can’t put a car seat on it and still have a second seat option (or you are no supposed to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, while I was waiting (due to my inability to make a decision), multiple companies came out with single strollers with the “add a second seat” option. I looked at the Baby Jogger City Select, the Uppa Baby Vista, and finally, the one we got, the Britax B-Ready. All of these strollers have pretty hefty price tags- but the fact that my first two strollers were so cheap combined with the fact that this can become a double if/when we need it sold my husband on the higher-than-we-would-like price tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsuwZUqNkI/AAAAAAAABSM/xLBs07QcjdQ/s1600/IMG_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsuwZUqNkI/AAAAAAAABSM/xLBs07QcjdQ/s640/IMG_0971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit the bullet and ordered it (with free shipping!). Amazon is amazing at shipping to APOs. I ordered the stroller on the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. . it shipped on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and arrived 5 days later! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKss6k4CbpI/AAAAAAAABR8/Ov2CdFGlm_o/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKss6k4CbpI/AAAAAAAABR8/Ov2CdFGlm_o/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKstPI4nVjI/AAAAAAAABSA/f22abPaQLCU/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKstPI4nVjI/AAAAAAAABSA/f22abPaQLCU/s400/IMG_0834.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKssm_RFGEI/AAAAAAAABR4/SjTlfvOazIA/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKssm_RFGEI/AAAAAAAABR4/SjTlfvOazIA/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jackson loves the stroller because it has a bumper bar he can chew on and he sits up nice and high. The easy to use one handed recline is great. I also love the adjustable foot rest so his little legs aren’t dangling off the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsxr31GbyI/AAAAAAAABSo/-Yqy9tn972w/s1600/IMG_1111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsxr31GbyI/AAAAAAAABSo/-Yqy9tn972w/s640/IMG_1111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsxR47yrhI/AAAAAAAABSk/EwSbxGIdTa8/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsxR47yrhI/AAAAAAAABSk/EwSbxGIdTa8/s640/IMG_1106.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We’ve taken it for walks on gravel roads, through grass and on dirt paths without a problem (using the front wheel locks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsuaIs4_6I/AAAAAAAABSI/a-uQw0rprmA/s1600/IMG_0956e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsuaIs4_6I/AAAAAAAABSI/a-uQw0rprmA/s640/IMG_0956e.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKswyVF5RYI/AAAAAAAABSg/WqfJKzEt0nE/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKswyVF5RYI/AAAAAAAABSg/WqfJKzEt0nE/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I adore our stroller but there are a couple of negatives. Weight. This thing is HEAVY (especially after two VERY lightweight strollers) and doesn’t fold up very small. I don’t have a problem with it fitting in our SUV- but it IS a full sized stroller, with a full sized weight and full sized fold. Ok, those are the only complaints I can think of right now. I LOVE the sunshade (135 degree coverage)- it is amazing. I LOVE LOVE that it can be used either with the baby forward facing or rear facing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsyuLBgPYI/AAAAAAAABSw/_IIihCK14mI/s1600/IMG_1121e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsyuLBgPYI/AAAAAAAABSw/_IIihCK14mI/s320/IMG_1121e.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKst5hhqXOI/AAAAAAAABSE/MBqGxzgHNoo/s1600/IMG_0942e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKst5hhqXOI/AAAAAAAABSE/MBqGxzgHNoo/s640/IMG_0942e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Rear facing is what I use most of the time right now. I love being able to look at and talk to Jackson while we go for walks. I’m sure one day he won’t want to face me- and at that time he can face out, but for now I love the interaction with my little guy on a long walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Add a HUGE basket that is accessible from all 4 sides, the fact that it pushes one handed like a DREAM, and a super easy brake system, and I can say that instead of stroller envy I now have stroller LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsvp10uB2I/AAAAAAAABSY/L2LK_n6YQ3E/s1600/IMG_1089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKsvp10uB2I/AAAAAAAABSY/L2LK_n6YQ3E/s640/IMG_1089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now I’m sure some of you are wondering, as I write about my awesome stroller that CAN accommodate two babies, if we are expecting. The answer is no. Not right now. Just wanted to clear that up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&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/8091624100099892305-1689214621705519930?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1689214621705519930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/stroller-envy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1689214621705519930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/1689214621705519930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/stroller-envy.html' title='Stroller Envy.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKs6IExdYAI/AAAAAAAABS0/2pZ0P7dnZyY/s72-c/IMG_8585e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-7266935043752934467</id><published>2010-09-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:43:50.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have all these half finished blogs. . .</title><content type='html'>and I really MEAN to find time to get them finished. To click that little 'publish' button. But time goes by and it doesn't happen. So I'm starting yet another post and am going to do my best to hit that satisfying little button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTOv4eCGBI/AAAAAAAABPw/kPIciidK6lI/s1600/IMG_8391e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTOv4eCGBI/AAAAAAAABPw/kPIciidK6lI/s640/IMG_8391e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fall is here and Jackson is ALMOST eleven months. Like, in less than a week. Wow. Where does the time go? How is it already OCTOBER??? I LOVE this weather, this time of year. I keep having flashbacks to last fall- when I was BIG, pregnant, and anxiously anticipating this little one. I couldn't have imagined the way my life has changed- and have honestly loved every bit of it. (Not to say there aren’t ups and downs, but the ups outshine the downs by so much they seem pretty much irrelevant.) I feel so incredibly lucky to have this life, this husband, and this wonderful little boy. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTj2uTdxII/AAAAAAAABQ8/Wk5Av8MDtZM/s1600/IMG_8648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTj2uTdxII/AAAAAAAABQ8/Wk5Av8MDtZM/s640/IMG_8648.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now and Then. (36 weeks I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTjz4g--_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/C-3sZOVCFmM/s1600/IMG_8640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTjz4g--_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/C-3sZOVCFmM/s640/IMG_8640.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTNTncoZjI/AAAAAAAABPo/uuce6pjO0RA/s1600/IMG_2812edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTNTncoZjI/AAAAAAAABPo/uuce6pjO0RA/s640/IMG_2812edit.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My days are filled picking up after the never ending stream of toys, food, and other constantly accumulating messes; perfecting my 'surprise' expression while playing countless games of 'peek-a-boo' with the curtains; or trying to pin him down for a cuddle. . .if only for a minute or two. He actually still will curl up with me for a few minutes in the mornings before he's fully awake. . . takes after his mom I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTinEYJBSI/AAAAAAAABQk/4nv1G-WK7gU/s1600/IMG_8423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTinEYJBSI/AAAAAAAABQk/4nv1G-WK7gU/s640/IMG_8423.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've still been working on signing and at the recommendation of multiple friends we now occasionally watch 'Signing Time' which I'm enjoying as much (maybe even more) than Jackson. I'm always telling Andy about the new words I learned. . . my mother claims I obviously need more mental stimulation. Obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKV4p2xxyPI/AAAAAAAABRY/0jGoeEEGKbU/s1600/IMG_9151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKV4p2xxyPI/AAAAAAAABRY/0jGoeEEGKbU/s640/IMG_9151.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Though even with our efforts 'Milk' is the only sign I can really say Jackson has down. But get this- after MONTHS of trying to teach him the 'all-done' sign after meals I SWEAR he now SAYS 'all-done' but still doesn't do the sign. I will add the disclaimer that I'm the only one who understands when he says it. . . .I am also convinced he says dog. . . like 100 times a day, but it's always when he's looking for them or hears them :). Of course ma ma ma and da da are popular 'words' as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKV8nQBHo_I/AAAAAAAABRs/M1w-md0iJU0/s1600/IMG_9395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKV8nQBHo_I/AAAAAAAABRs/M1w-md0iJU0/s640/IMG_9395.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Not walking just yet- still a cruising fool and he LOVES crawling. Here's a question- how do you convince someone they want to walk when everything they want to play with/eat/pick up is on the GROUND? Most of the time when I'm walking with him he stops and squats down to get whatever it is that has his attention ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTioz4PD7I/AAAAAAAABQo/4HqI9AjTXGw/s1600/IMG_8429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTioz4PD7I/AAAAAAAABQo/4HqI9AjTXGw/s640/IMG_8429.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;He's still sporting just the bottom two teeth- but the top right one poked through the surface in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTMqD_MCmI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZcaZzxZZS9I/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTMqD_MCmI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZcaZzxZZS9I/s640/IMG_0354.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKS-cZ2q45I/AAAAAAAABPU/4aGXFUvWvnY/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKS-cZ2q45I/AAAAAAAABPU/4aGXFUvWvnY/s640/IMG_0352.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've enjoyed the past month having Andy home at reasonable times and a few extra days off- October starts another rotation, but after the last one I think we have our 'routine' down. Maybe I'll even find time to go back and finish up some old posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTL9C3OwgI/AAAAAAAABPc/LgAMotUluYI/s1600/IMG_0324bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTL9C3OwgI/AAAAAAAABPc/LgAMotUluYI/s640/IMG_0324bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Fall :) . . . and 'Publish'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTj_VdvboI/AAAAAAAABRA/AxXwtJxFzmk/s1600/IMG_9321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTj_VdvboI/AAAAAAAABRA/AxXwtJxFzmk/s640/IMG_9321.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKWBHVzRuDI/AAAAAAAABR0/PtmBv3r-jVw/s1600/IMG_9226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKWBHVzRuDI/AAAAAAAABR0/PtmBv3r-jVw/s640/IMG_9226.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-7266935043752934467?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7266935043752934467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-have-all-these-half-finished-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7266935043752934467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/7266935043752934467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-have-all-these-half-finished-blogs.html' title='So I have all these half finished blogs. . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TKTOv4eCGBI/AAAAAAAABPw/kPIciidK6lI/s72-c/IMG_8391e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6544806115377412984</id><published>2010-09-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:36:01.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet it is. . . .</title><content type='html'>to be loved by you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJ-RrkL4YAI/AAAAAAAABO8/zAGveyfMVKM/s1600/IMG_0465+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJ-RrkL4YAI/AAAAAAAABO8/zAGveyfMVKM/s640/IMG_0465+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love these boys. They make my whole world go round- and I really hope they know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6544806115377412984?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6544806115377412984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-sweet-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6544806115377412984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6544806115377412984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How sweet it is. . . .'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJ-RrkL4YAI/AAAAAAAABO8/zAGveyfMVKM/s72-c/IMG_0465+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-6638561865621362428</id><published>2010-09-23T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:28:42.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two dogs. One baby. Thirteen countries. Three amazing years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJuOLG1iSXI/AAAAAAAABO0/X2yvEhY4FfU/s1600/ME5I1648edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJuOLG1iSXI/AAAAAAAABO0/X2yvEhY4FfU/s640/ME5I1648edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-6638561865621362428?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6638561865621362428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-dogs-one-baby-thirteen-countries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6638561865621362428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/6638561865621362428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-dogs-one-baby-thirteen-countries.html' title='Two dogs. One baby. Thirteen countries. Three amazing years.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TJuOLG1iSXI/AAAAAAAABO0/X2yvEhY4FfU/s72-c/ME5I1648edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8925857538038774903</id><published>2010-09-15T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:52:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Rides</title><content type='html'>What to do with the infant bathtub&amp;nbsp;you've long outgrown? The one that still lives on top of the kitchen cabinet because Mom doesn't want to clean it and put it in the basement because it's another sign that her baby isn't itty bitty anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_I0rv_JVI/AAAAAAAABOI/JrY6mXJhccw/s1600/IMG_9020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_I0rv_JVI/AAAAAAAABOI/JrY6mXJhccw/s640/IMG_9020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bust that sucker out and get someone strong and willing to push you all over the house in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_H1WG3lPI/AAAAAAAABN4/wRaKspHX7Ng/s1600/IMG_9016e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_H1WG3lPI/AAAAAAAABN4/wRaKspHX7Ng/s400/IMG_9016e.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_INWeinWI/AAAAAAAABOA/6M06T-tJQkk/s1600/IMG_9018e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_INWeinWI/AAAAAAAABOA/6M06T-tJQkk/s400/IMG_9018e.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;FREE boat rides- weekdays after 6, and weekends all day long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_Ps41phXI/AAAAAAAABOg/qMTsnDCr214/s1600/IMG_9065e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_Ps41phXI/AAAAAAAABOg/qMTsnDCr214/s640/IMG_9065e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8091624100099892305-8925857538038774903?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8925857538038774903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/boat-rides.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8925857538038774903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8925857538038774903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/boat-rides.html' title='Boat Rides'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI_I0rv_JVI/AAAAAAAABOI/JrY6mXJhccw/s72-c/IMG_9020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-8142882446252380799</id><published>2010-09-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:04:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI0fsZmtvmI/AAAAAAAABNo/yrPtTRrzIww/s640/IMG_5840.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI0gFhuZN0I/AAAAAAAABNw/OU6jxRK9uNk/s1600/IMG_5841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI0gFhuZN0I/AAAAAAAABNw/OU6jxRK9uNk/s640/IMG_5841.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things don't go exactly your way, but that's ok baby, you'll always have me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-8142882446252380799?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8142882446252380799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8142882446252380799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/8142882446252380799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TI0dyzzW0YI/AAAAAAAABM4/1n5052CTazM/s72-c/IMG_5832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-742465598857445654</id><published>2010-09-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:55:12.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason to love France.</title><content type='html'>You see THIS in countless windows throughout every town. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRkgrCByI/AAAAAAAABMw/OdTKs4LZFVo/s1600/IMG_8110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRkgrCByI/AAAAAAAABMw/OdTKs4LZFVo/s640/IMG_8110.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate well, to say the least. However, they also have some magic trickery in their windows- because I found THIS in another one. . . and I honestly know I don't really look like that. . . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRBj8tGRI/AAAAAAAABMo/3YUuHWwUo0c/s1600/IMG_7823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRBj8tGRI/AAAAAAAABMo/3YUuHWwUo0c/s640/IMG_7823.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS. I've never before seen a street artist sketching a baby/toddler before. . .now I know why. Good thing he can make magic too. . . So thankfull he was willing to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRAD2DulI/AAAAAAAABMg/BWNkOgW_cqc/s1600/IMG_8316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRAD2DulI/AAAAAAAABMg/BWNkOgW_cqc/s640/IMG_8316.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-742465598857445654?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/742465598857445654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-reason-to-love-france.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/742465598857445654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/742465598857445654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-reason-to-love-france.html' title='Another reason to love France.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIZRkgrCByI/AAAAAAAABMw/OdTKs4LZFVo/s72-c/IMG_8110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2959738519747906114</id><published>2010-09-06T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:21:27.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How we spent our weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUuZeFsV0I/AAAAAAAABMA/ovgdLSadqq4/s1600/IMG_8143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUuZeFsV0I/AAAAAAAABMA/ovgdLSadqq4/s400/IMG_8143.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvglpxHRI/AAAAAAAABMQ/hG2innz6TbI/s1600/IMG_8152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvglpxHRI/AAAAAAAABMQ/hG2innz6TbI/s400/IMG_8152.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sipping from our glasses, and Sippys, snacking on pretzels and realxing- taking it all in on the sidewalks of Strasbourg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvIhU74FI/AAAAAAAABMI/ahRZFGEoZoQ/s1600/IMG_8177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvIhU74FI/AAAAAAAABMI/ahRZFGEoZoQ/s640/IMG_8177.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvzbtao7I/AAAAAAAABMY/kSpxGHRFkJc/s1600/IMG_8144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUvzbtao7I/AAAAAAAABMY/kSpxGHRFkJc/s640/IMG_8144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2959738519747906114?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2959738519747906114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-we-spent-our-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2959738519747906114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2959738519747906114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-we-spent-our-weekend.html' title='How we spent our weekend.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/TIUuZeFsV0I/AAAAAAAABMA/ovgdLSadqq4/s72-c/IMG_8143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8091624100099892305.post-2637628022709851856</id><published>2010-08-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:46:21.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun.</title><content type='html'>Today is cool. You can feel fall coming, the leaves changing, the smell of fresh baked bread filling the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you don't really miss something until it's gone? I think the days of summer are behind us. We really didn't have much of one in all honesty. It was a mild, wet summer- but those days of sunshine? We made sure to enjoy them. Even if it was just a trip to the "Selbst Schneiden Blumen" or Self Cut Flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqTb0i-s2I/AAAAAAAABLY/RNwFsnkH2lU/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqTb0i-s2I/AAAAAAAABLY/RNwFsnkH2lU/s320/IMG_4357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqVFwiKcXI/AAAAAAAABLo/D21OeJhWaFQ/s1600/IMG_4360edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqVFwiKcXI/AAAAAAAABLo/D21OeJhWaFQ/s320/IMG_4360edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqcLek7XvI/AAAAAAAABLw/GJKkMsZdowM/s1600/IMG_4359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqcLek7XvI/AAAAAAAABLw/GJKkMsZdowM/s320/IMG_4359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqU2G1v8NI/AAAAAAAABLg/keArFPC04FM/s1600/IMG_4347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqU2G1v8NI/AAAAAAAABLg/keArFPC04FM/s640/IMG_4347.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We miss Dad. Thankfully rotation is thiiiis close to being over with a four day weekend coming up to boot! Travel plans you ask? Next weekend: Strasbourg, France!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqSqnMAUYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/XfNmBDX8n9k/s1600/IMG_4356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqSqnMAUYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/XfNmBDX8n9k/s640/IMG_4356.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8091624100099892305-2637628022709851856?l=katherinelrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2637628022709851856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2637628022709851856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8091624100099892305/posts/default/2637628022709851856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherinelrose.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14698723611573468190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/S4Tj7z3Zl0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A8zpTYNFzqY/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvKhDjKSkGA/THqTb0i-s2I/AAAAAAAABLY/RNwFsnkH2lU/s72-c/IMG_4357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
