<?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-7983428179271341471</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:28:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just HOWE we are</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-987757472787176743</id><published>2010-10-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:33:02.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private or not private??</title><content type='html'>I'm a terrible blogger. &amp;nbsp;There's not two ways about it. &amp;nbsp;I've recently thought about just closing down my blog all together. &amp;nbsp;The problem is a love the idea of blogging. &amp;nbsp;I really want to write down all the small moments and random thoughts I'm thinking to look back on. &amp;nbsp;Even looking back on some of my entries on this blog is a hoot. (yes I just said "hoot"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of closing I'm going to try to do better. &amp;nbsp;But I'm also thinking about making this blog private. &amp;nbsp;So if you'd like to be invited to continue reading (if anyone still reads) just leave your email in a comment and I'll add you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-987757472787176743?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/987757472787176743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=987757472787176743' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/987757472787176743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/987757472787176743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/10/private-or-not-private.html' title='Private or not private??'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1105748613595213942</id><published>2010-07-28T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:31:23.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer break part two!</title><content type='html'>Upon leaving Waycross the previous weekend, Lexi and Robby said the didn't want to go, and Rob's mom was happy to let them spend the week with her.  So they stayed!  And it was strange to come home with only three kiddos in tow.  Haley was a little sad at first, but she's getting a turn next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the week pretty much playing at the pool.  Daddy even joined us one night after dinner.  I really enjoyed being able to spend a little more one one one time with Haley.  I worry that since she's right in the middle, she often doesn't get as much attention.  We had lots of fun staying up late watching movies and playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two older girls and I were invited to Megan's baby shower on Sunday, so Haley and I drove back to Waycross on Saturday.  We went swimming and played with Uncle Chip, Uncle Caleb, Aunt Megan, and Aunt Mo.  It was really nice to spend time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chip and Uncle Caleb even took Robby for some "man time" on Saturday and again on Sunday during the baby shower.  They were trying to blow up a watermelon.  Unfortunately both attempts were unsuccessful (whew!), but they did manage to blow up some apples. They all want to try again next weekend when we will be down there again (And Rob can participate too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower was very fun.  The received so many nice things.  I can't wait for little Jude to make his appearance in September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as couple pictures of the shower...I wish I had taken some of Megan standing...her baby bump is *so* cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we'll be back down (this makes THREE weekends in a row!!) to Waycross next weekend to celebrate the 4th of July, Haley stayed at MeMa's and Lexi and Robby and I came home.  It was a nice little reunion for David and Lindsey.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1105748613595213942?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1105748613595213942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1105748613595213942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1105748613595213942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1105748613595213942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-break-part-two.html' title='Summer break part two!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5957342649222198600</id><published>2010-06-17T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:44:15.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years!!</title><content type='html'>The second weekend of summer vacation marked our 10th anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 17, 2000, Rob and I were married for time and all eternity in the Atlanta Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some (very) random things I remember about that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that my mom made my dress.  I loved that she did that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive up to Atlanta seemed forever long, but the drive back was worse!  There was a ton of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being surrounded by family in the temple was such an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was the only siblings not there...he was on his mission still (What better reason to miss it could there be!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother wore a white dress with tiny black polka dots.  She said since they didn't do "white weddings" for every wedding anymore, she wanted to wear as close to all white as possible.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is a hot month in Georgia....that's all I'm sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor oldest niece was sick during our reception.  Poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed how many people came to our reception!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was *HAPPY* (and still am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling the spirit so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking that Emily (my sister) was there in spirit too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so young!! I was 19 and Rob was 25. I really need to scan some wedding pictures... this was our engagement picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/engagement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 10 years later, Rob and I on Tybee Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/28457_1513261952080_1250349986_1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five kids and ten years later, we're a little gray-er (Mainly Rob haha!) and a little wiser (?), but this much is the same: We are in love!  I never thought I could love him more, but with each passing year, I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of our anniversary, we went down to Rob's parents and spent a couple days with them, including a day at the beach with everyone, and then he and I ran away for the weekend to Savannah while his parents watched the kids.  I love spending time with Rob and this trip was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read this quote on my friend's blog, and I love it! (Thanks Amy!)&lt;br /&gt;"A perfect marriage doesn't require a perfect man and a perfect woman... It requires a man and a woman working together towards perfection."&lt;br /&gt;--Elder Dallin H. Oaks&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much sums it all up.  We are by no means perfect.  Like any couple, we have ups and downs, but we try really hard to work together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10th Anniversary, Babe.  I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5957342649222198600?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5957342649222198600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5957342649222198600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5957342649222198600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5957342649222198600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-years.html' title='10 years!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8100885787195979111</id><published>2010-06-07T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:46:13.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Part One!</title><content type='html'>School is out, and our summer plans have been in full swing!  Jenn and her kids came down to visit for a week.  My kids love when they come to visit.  They really have a lot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kicked off the week with a day full of swimming.  Have I mentioned how much I *love* my mom's pool!?! It's the only thing that gets us through these hot Georgia summers.  We spent the day just swimming and laughing and playing, and grilled out for dinner and swam some more.  By bedtime, we had 9 exhausted and SUNBURNED kiddos.  I guess we didn't reapply sunscreen enough.  Poor babies!  They were such troopers though.  We tried to go do things in the mornings the rest of the week, and wait to swim in the later afternoon when the sun wasn't quite so strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Georgia Children's Museum in Macon and had a lot of fun with the kids.  It's not a fancy museum by any means, but it's just a fun place.  They have a big room with different areas to play...a kitchen area, a dress up area, a moonsand area, blocks, a puppet theater, and even a little kid play area separate from the rest.  The kids pretty much went from station to station and played with it all. &lt;br /&gt;When they had had enough of that, we went to another floor where when they have little play houses set up to resemble houses from various countries. You get to pick up a passport and collect stamps from each country.  We had the older children write down one of the interesting facts from each country.  There was also a place where you could be a news reporter, and a little room with a king and queen throne and some dress up clothes.  We did take some pictures, but I will have to get them from Jenn. &lt;br /&gt;There is also a huge arts/crafts room with long tables and stuff to color.  This time, they also had a BUNCH of different drums there too, and they LOVED creating a huge racket with them.  8 kids all pounding on stuff...woah.  It was loud!&lt;br /&gt;On the main floor, they also had some interesting things to play with.  There was a section with bubbles, and BIG bubble wands made out of various tubes (there was even one with a hula hoop in a tire cut in half, but there weren't any bubbles in it).&lt;br /&gt;After we played the morning away, we had a picnic lunch outside on the benches, and returned to Nana's to swim some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the Museum of Aviation with the kids that week, and they always love going there.  They have a couple different airplanes that they can sit in and push buttons and pretend to fly.  Oh and they love trying to decide who gets to push the buttons in the elevators. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special treat was taking the kids to see Diary of a Wimpy Kid.  The kids all thought it was really funny.  Jenn and I were kind of grossed out. :D  It's still funny to hear the kids making references to it. Later that day in the pool, they were playing "cheese-touch". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we grilled out the entire week, making dinner time easy and delicious!  One cool thing we tried was grilling pizza!  How fun is that!?  I have to be honest, I totally wasn't a believer, but it was really good and EASY!  I want to try it again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons Jenn chose this week to come visit, was that Saturday was a 5K race in Macon.  I participated in my first 5K with Jenn and Laura in February.  It was SO fun.  I decided then I wanted to do more.  So she and I got up early that Saturday and went to the race.  It was really fun to be with her, even though I am much slower than she is, she humored me and kept her pace with mine.  During the race, as I tried to push myself to run as well as walk, I really struggled to control my breathing (I really am NOT a good runner *sigh*.  It was just all over the place and I ended up having  I guess like a little Asthma attack.  I have had Asthma since I was about 5, and generally I don't have many problems with it, except when I exercise, or get sick.  And when it happened, I got panicked which I'm sure makes it worse, but thankfully Jenn helped me to calm down and breathe, and we pretty much walked the rest of the race. I felt kind of mortified that it happened.  Here I am struggling so bad, and Jenn was barely winded!  But I know that she's fitter than I am, and like anything, it takes time.  It was a pretty small race, and even tho we came in last, I still took about 10 minutes off the last 5K I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;So THANKS Jenn for doing it with me, even though I held you back.  I love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see them go back home, but hopefully we can make a trip up to see them before the summer is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8100885787195979111?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8100885787195979111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8100885787195979111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8100885787195979111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8100885787195979111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-part-one.html' title='Summer Part One!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5711808137460272674</id><published>2010-05-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:40:24.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College take 2.....errr 3??</title><content type='html'>After High School, I went to college for a semester and did terrible.  I withdrew before the end of the first semester so I wouldn't fail.  It was crushing. (Granted, my adviser had over-loaded me for my first semester, but I didn't know that then...) I certainly wasn't a genius, but I felt like I was pretty smart.  After that, I enrolled at a technical college for a Respiratory Therapy certificate.  I think I finished one or two quarters there before life just took over.  I got married, started working more to help pay the bills, and then we started our family, and I was lucky enough to become a stay-at-home-mom.  There just wasn't any time for school.  And I was content with that. Over the years I've thought about starting back to school, even just to take one or two classes here and there, but the timing never worked out (and for a reason, I believe--Heavenly Father knows best!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall, I will have 4 kids in school.  In another 2 years, Lindsey will go too, and I won't have anyone home during the day.  I think this brought on more thought to going back to school.  Of course this is new territory for me, and has been met with worry as well.  My kids still need me, so can I do both?  Will this put a strain on my marriage?  So many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to decide what to study, I've tried to think about all the different things that interest me.  The problem is I like a lot of different things, but for some reason I keep coming back to Nursing.  The next decision to make was where to go?  This was kind of difficult for me too.  But in the end, what made the decision for me is I want to have a degree, not just a certificate.  It might seem silly, and maybe it is, but for whatever reason I really want a degree, or more specifically, a Bachelor's degree.  What's strange is I don't look at other people who go through certificate nursing programs and think less of them, in fact I'm quite impressed!  But this just feels *right* for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the first leap and submitted my application to college! Despite my worries (that will probably ALWAYS be there) of whether I can handle it all, and meet the needs of my family, etc....I AM EXCITED!  I have no idea how long it will take me to finish, or what speed bumps I'll surely meet along the way, but it's the first time in a lot of years that it just feels *right*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;My kids are already teasing me that they will be asking me if I've done MY homework! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5711808137460272674?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5711808137460272674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5711808137460272674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5711808137460272674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5711808137460272674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-take-2errr-3.html' title='College take 2.....errr 3??'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7349459043042336523</id><published>2010-05-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:04:24.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plans!</title><content type='html'>It's already summer break for the kids!  In efforts to keep away the grumpies and fighting, I've attempted to have tons of stuff to keep the kiddos busy and having fun.  We started on Thursday by decorating journals that they will write in over the summer.  They really had fun picking out papers and what they wanted on it, and I showed them how to cover the books.  (I will post pictures later, but they really turned out cute!)  We've already had a couple entries in their journals, and it's been fun sharing them with each other.  On Friday, since it was Rob's birthday, I had them each write something about their Dad.  Then after dinner, they each got to share their entry with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is open and we will take our first dip tomorrow!!! I can hardly wait.  It's so much fun, and the kids have a total blast (not to mention, they play hard and thus, sleep hard at the end of the day!).  We are going to grill out and just play the day away.  We plan on spending a LOT of time there this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running my second 5K on June 12th!  I'm really excited.  I am by no means a good runner, but I REALLY enjoyed the first race, and want to do more!  My only goal is to better my time each race, even if it's only by a few seconds.  I have LOTS of room for improvement.  :)  My twin sister is doing it with me.  She is a great motivator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17th marks 10 years Rob and I have been married.  Hard to believe it's been ten years.  It sure has gone by fast!  I am the luckiest girl around to have such a great guy.  I still get butterflies when he holds my hand, or kisses me.  I am more in love with him than ever.  Though we (like any marriage) have had our ups and downs over the last 10 years, we've stuck together.  Rob is truly my very best friend. Here's to another 10 years (and many more!).  We're going to visit Rob's parents and take the kids to the beach, and then Rob and I are going to run away for the weekend to Savannah.  I love that we are able to get away from time to time by ourselves.  A huge thanks goes to Mema and PePa for watching the kids!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of June, we'll be visiting them again but this time for a Baby Shower for my sister in law.  I'm beyond excited for Megan and Caleb.  They are going to be great parents.  I look forward to meeting little Jude when he arrives in September.  It seems almost strange to watch them go through this phase of first time parenthood.  Seems like I was *just* there.  Hard to believe it's been almost nine years.  It'll be amazing to see how this little sweet baby changes their lives forever (for good!!).  There truly is nothing like being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July brings (hopefully) another beach trip!  When Mom and I went to Panama City Beach in April, it was just SO fun, that we decided we really wanted to go back there again.  The beaches are SO nice.  Hopefully, though, this oil spill will stay away from our beautiful beach!  We are planning a trip back to Panama City with Rob and the kids, as well as some of my siblings and their families for 4th of July weekend.  I'm sure if we don't go there, we will find somewhere else to go, but I REALLY love it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically our summer planned out.  Throw in some library days, playgroups, and some day trips, and we've got a very full summer.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7349459043042336523?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7349459043042336523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7349459043042336523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7349459043042336523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7349459043042336523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6018969783099416419</id><published>2010-05-30T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:09:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>May is a busy month!  Not only is school coming to an end, which means all the end of year activities, but birthdays too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley turned six on May 18th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she's six.  Time has just flown by!! I love my bug-a-boo SO much.  She is so sweet, and still loves to snuggle with her momma. ;0)  Haley's pretty independent (I suppose that comes from being the middle child) but also loves being with everyone.  She likes Barbies and dancing and her favorite color is purple.  I just love that bug! (I refer to her as "Bug" quite often!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had a small family celebration on her birthday.  We were so happy that my Uncle Don and Aunt Nancy were able to come visit, and happened to be in town for her birthday as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking with the same idea as her cake (and because we had so much fondant left over), I made cupcakes for her to take to class.  Sadly this is the only picture I got of them.  Think ahead next time, Erin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The that weekend, Haley had her first friend party.  We did some painting and "creating" and even decorated cupcakes (to eat of course).  She had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on May 28th, Rob turned 35!! I LOVE teasing him that he's so old! HA! (I'm so much younger because I'm still in my twenties. :D)  But I also tell him I keep him young.  We celebrated as a family, and as always, the kids got in there to help lick off the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_0230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6018969783099416419?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6018969783099416419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6018969783099416419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6018969783099416419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6018969783099416419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-birthdays.html' title='May Birthdays!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3601363878275711227</id><published>2010-05-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:06:29.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfuls everyday keep the woes away</title><content type='html'>Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself about something, and start feeling like "woe is me", I try to remember some very sound advice I once received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with Lindsey, as I neared my due date, I was, like most pregnant women, READY.  I was ready see my feet again, ready to sleep on my stomach, ready to eat without having heartburn, all those things.  I wanted my baby in my arms instead of inside me.  I'd never gone overdue with any of my other babies.  Alexis came 3 days early, and the other 3 I was induced either a few days before, or on their due date.  I just naturally assumed that Lindsey would be the same.  Induced right around her due date.&lt;br /&gt;So, the week before I was due, I went in for my prenatal visit, hoping it would be my last.  Much to my dismay, it wasn't.  My doctor was going to be out of town the next week, and my cervix was not favorable to be induced yet, so we scheduled a tentative induction for 2 weeks later, a week over due.  But my doctor was optimistic and he said he really didn't think that I would make to that date.  It was, afterall my 5th baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left his office and got in my car, the flood gates opened.  It seemed like an eternity away, 2 more weeks.  I cried as I told my husband that we'd have to wait another 2 weeks, and I cried some more when I called to tell my mom.  (I blame some of it on pregnancy hormones.)  The response I got from my mom was not what I expected.  She said, "But at least you get to have the baby...Think about those you don't get to..."  She also said that maybe I could think of ways to serve others, and that it would help the time go by faster.  My first reaction was "ugh, I wanted sympathy!!"  But I got over that quickly and realized how selfish I was being, and how precious the gift of this baby is, and waiting another two weeks was not going to kill me.  I started thinking about all the reasons I had to be thankful, and tried to do things for others, and it totally changed my outlook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make it to my next appointment, two weeks later, much to my dr's surprise, and even made it a couple more days to my induction.  But once I changed my attitude, and focused on what I have to be thankful for, it was easy.  It just wasn't important to me, how long I had to wait after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, off and on when I've found myself feeling sorry for myself again, I think about this experience, and find reasons to be thankful again, and find my attitude changes and I think less of myself and more of others.  So I find myself continually trying to be always thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3601363878275711227?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3601363878275711227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3601363878275711227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3601363878275711227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3601363878275711227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankfuls-everyda-keep-woes-away.html' title='Thankfuls everyday keep the woes away'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3920891030856891875</id><published>2010-05-10T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:18:05.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber-friend (now IRL TOO!)</title><content type='html'>When I got pregnant with Haley, I joined an online messageboard for women expecting babies the same month as me.  It was neat to be able to talk to other women who were going through similar things, and just having that friendship.  We grew to become a close bunch of friends as we prepared for celebrated the births of our babies.  The years have passed, our group has gotten a little smaller and we now talk on a private messageboard.  Our babies that brought us all together are turning 6.  We've been together through good and bad times.  We've celebrated with each other for special occasions, and been a shoulder to lean on when someone needed it.  We've welcomed new babies into our group as some of us have added to our families, and we've cried as some of us lost dear loved ones.  This little group is like a second family to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's from this group that I met my friend Mikki.  We went from talking on our board to emailing each other, and then talking via IM or text messages, and then talking on the phone, and our friendship has become even closer.  This past weekend, Mikki came to visit and we got to meet in real life for the first time.  It's honestly like we've known each other our whole lives.  I think I was a little nervous because I am initially a very shy person when I first meet someone.  I worried that maybe there would be some awkward silences, but there really wasn't.  She laughed right along with me as I took my first (of several) wrong turns as we left the Atlanta airport.  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I must talk about her until this visit because my kids were really excited to meet Mikki as well. I thought they might be a little shy as sometimes kids can be around new people, but they weren't at all!  Robby and Lexi were saying yesterday evening "I wish Mikki didn't have to go home, I wish she could stay here forever....I love Mikki."  It was really sweet to see how they took her just as I did!&lt;br /&gt;As it always happens, the weekend flew by all too fast and we found ourselves driving back to the airport today to say our "See you laters" (I hate goodbyes).  David told me as we pulled away that he was sad.  I was sad too.  But we're already working on the "next time" we'll get to see each other. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3920891030856891875?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3920891030856891875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3920891030856891875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3920891030856891875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3920891030856891875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/05/cyber-friend-now-irl-too.html' title='Cyber-friend (now IRL TOO!)'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5704033121106432073</id><published>2010-04-18T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:30:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making life easier</title><content type='html'>Years ago, I heard someone say (or maybe it was something I read) that when it comes to keeping up with your house, if there's something that makes a job easier, tho it might cost a little extra, USE it (or do it, etc).  I believe the example they gave was the bathtub and a using a product that will do the "scrubbing" work for you.  I'm butchering the example, but hopefully you get the idea.  Sometimes in order to take care of everything we do, we have to take shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that got me thinking.  I wonder if all my fellow mom-friends have something that they do to make life just a little bit easier.  My "guilty-pleasure" if you will, is paper plates.  Yes, I admit it, we buy them regularly.  It's built into my grocery budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing dishes isn't a big deal (ESPECIALLY with a dishwasher), but I will admit that being able to just throw away the plates after dinner, it just makes my life that much easier.  So while I do hate how much waste it is, and sometimes feel disgusted by that thought, I enjoy using paper plates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, if you're ever over for dinner, I promise we'll dust off the dishes and use the real stuff for you. Maybe.  ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5704033121106432073?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5704033121106432073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5704033121106432073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5704033121106432073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5704033121106432073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-life-easier.html' title='Making life easier'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7312788077233021292</id><published>2010-03-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:00:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motherhood</title><content type='html'>I think when it comes to our children, it's safe to say that we always want the absolute best for them.  We're also probably hardest on ourselves when we lose our patience or get overwhelmed.  It's easy to concentrate on all the things I have done "wrong" rather than focus on the good that I have accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people consider me a "tough" mom.  I have expectations for my children, and they have to face consequences (good or bad).  I make them clean their rooms everyday, they have to help out with dishes and laundry, they don't receive an allowance, and they don't get to choose to not help.  I try to teach them that we are a family, through thick or thin, and that includes things like dishes and feeding the dog and taking the trash out.  Of course, they are children and don't particularly like doing chores (unless it's scrubbing the toilets or Windex-ing the mirrors and windows, and then they all are volunteering and fighting over who gets to do it) and so we do have occasional tantrums or attitudes of not wanting to do the job, but I think on the whole, my kids do a GREAT job of helping where they're needed.  And I try to make sure I am pointing out those jobs well done, though I am sure I could do better in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also having children as close together as we do brings challenges.  I think I say "Please stop fighting" about 27 times a day, and inevitably, someone hits or pushes their brother or sister, and tears ensue.  Some days I reach my boiling point and my patience runs low.  I have to remind myself that this too shall pass, and it's really normal for siblings to fight.  (And I'm not talking about like fist fights, but fighting over toys, or "she took my doll", or "he's looking at me", or "she's making a noise that's anoooooying"...) However, some days I DO feel like all my kids do is fight all day long.  And those are the days that I'm hardest perhaps on myself, wondering how I've failed my children, that they can't get through 5 minutes without SOMEONE fighting.  But after I've had a chance to calm down, I can see the "real" problem (most likely, they're bored!) and can help make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've been trying to take more note on the GOOD things.  And I haven't been disappointed!  As crazy and busy as my kids can be, they can also be so incredibly loving and kind.  And these tender moments remind me that these are precious spirits whom I have been SO incredibly blessed to be entrusted with.  I feel my Heavenly Father's love for me through these wonderful kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday for lunch, I took David and Lindsey to Chick-fil-A.  We ate our lunch, and then I got ice cream for them as a treat.  David wanted a cone, and I got Linds a cup because I knew she wouldn't eat it fast enough and it would be a big mess.  But of course, once we got to the table, she was sad that she didn't have a cone.  Now, it seems silly, but not only is ice cream a pretty big deal because we don't have it often, but having a cone is a big deal too, as we usually just get them cups.  So when David offered his cone to Lindsey, I was shocked!  And it wasn't one of the cases where he offers something up and then 2 minutes later, decides he wants it back.  He handed over his cone to her, and happily ate her cup of ice cream, not complaining once about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, as we were celebrating my birthday, we were getting ready for the cake and blowing out candles.  Alexis wanted to sit by me, but of course it was Haley's seat and she wanted to sit there herself.  At first, I thought to myself "Oh great, here comes another round of fighting".  But, it turned out not to be.  When Haley saw Alexis being sad about it, she offered her chair up, and then of course David wanted to sit by me, and Alexis said, "no he wants to sit there", and then David decided he wanted to share, and offered to let her sit by him, but then when that didn't work, he moved and went and sat on the other side, and then each kid is trying to solve the problem so that somehow they ALL could sit by me.  And it touched me that my kids were all trying to find a way for everyone to be happy with the outcome.  That was a nice birthday present right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous examples like these, and I need to recognize them more, rather than concentrating on the arguing and fighting.  I have great kids.  What has surprised me most about Motherhood is not how much I could possibly love these rascals, but how much I learn from them.  While I think we always have room for improvement, I think I'm doing a pretty good job with them.  They are my world, and I love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7312788077233021292?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7312788077233021292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7312788077233021292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7312788077233021292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7312788077233021292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/03/motherhood.html' title='motherhood'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-681772145881505565</id><published>2010-03-12T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:15:40.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linds</title><content type='html'>(Warning, I sing "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" on this video....watch out world, American Idol, here I come! Or not....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-414fd3c8edaaf372" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D414fd3c8edaaf372%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20710D453C04C8BF5C5743F0D320AD1AC0A61393.37DD9AEAAFD9AE748E31CC00796A2EE71F9B53E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D414fd3c8edaaf372%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_byaFJFGGvrTI9U7plV3TbNCMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D414fd3c8edaaf372%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20710D453C04C8BF5C5743F0D320AD1AC0A61393.37DD9AEAAFD9AE748E31CC00796A2EE71F9B53E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D414fd3c8edaaf372%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_byaFJFGGvrTI9U7plV3TbNCMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has me totally wrapped around her little finger (and her dad's finger, and her siblings finger....pretty much everyone she meets).  Some days I worry that she's spoiled, but I am not so sure.  Sure she has some of the typical 5th child syndrome... She's the baby...she gets away with some stuff that the other kids didn't... I get that (being the baby of my family afterall!).  But I also see how sweet and loving she is.  And it makes me worry a little less (for now....we'll talk again when she hits puberty...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate for this to sound like favortism, because it's not.  But I really could not have asked for a better little caboose to our family.  I love my little Pookie (a nickname she has had since she was a teenie tiny peanut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb9461564cf3dcc5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb9461564cf3dcc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A744ADEFB1DA7B9FEA48DB168C0B22F567A50E8.61740B69385577CB205FFA9720F5902247A311B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb9461564cf3dcc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNdG3c3Fc4ba5kCfIwsah4pPnfKg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb9461564cf3dcc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A744ADEFB1DA7B9FEA48DB168C0B22F567A50E8.61740B69385577CB205FFA9720F5902247A311B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb9461564cf3dcc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNdG3c3Fc4ba5kCfIwsah4pPnfKg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-681772145881505565?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/681772145881505565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=681772145881505565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/681772145881505565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/681772145881505565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/03/linds.html' title='Linds'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6809567109559975006</id><published>2010-03-11T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:21:57.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>did I mention???</title><content type='html'>MY BABY IS POTTY TRAINED!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 1/2 years of diapering, we are done! (well, we still have to tackle the night time training, but that's small potatoes.)  What ever will I do with the $ saved on buying diapers!?! Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6809567109559975006?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6809567109559975006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6809567109559975006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6809567109559975006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6809567109559975006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-i-mention.html' title='did I mention???'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1146606419180909699</id><published>2010-03-10T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:58:40.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet sights of Spring</title><content type='html'>The weather around here has perked up and we've had a few glorious days where we left the windows open and played as long as we could outside.  I absolutely love spring.  I wish it was a little longer of a season here in Georgia, but I will enjoy what I can. (Before we know it, it'll be muggy and hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to camping and the late evenings when it is still light outside at 8pm, and when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.  I love bbqing on the deck with friends, and trips to the park, and the smell of a freshly cut lawn.  Oh, I love spring! I feel rejuvinated and have tons of projects that I want to take on.  Hopefully I can FINISH them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1146606419180909699?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1146606419180909699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1146606419180909699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1146606419180909699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1146606419180909699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-sights-of-spring.html' title='The sweet sights of Spring'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5011091709222877908</id><published>2010-03-09T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:13:23.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart books</title><content type='html'>I haven't always loved reading.  In fact, I don't think I really gained a LOVE for reading until sometime within in the last couple years.  I've often heard people talk about different seasons of life.  There are some things that you just can't do (or don't want to do) at some stages of your life, that you might want to do later.  The last 8 1/2 years I've been in the thick of babies.  What a joyful and FULL time of life it has been for me.  Between the daily hub-bub of diapers, toys, bottles and sippy cups, play time and naptime, meal times and trying to keep up with the mess, I was lucky to find any time to read. And if I did, I was more likely to fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within the last year or two, as my kids are getting older, and more independent, my day to day hub-bub is changing and I've discovered the joy of a good book!  I can't get enough!  My list of books to read is growing rapidly.  What a fun hobby this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an early birthday present from Rob last week.  Since I was having surgery and would be down for a while, he wanted me to have it early.  He got me a Sony e-reader!  What a fun gadget this is!  I've already got several books loaded on it, just waiting for me to dive in!  I have a great husband!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on YOUR to-read list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5011091709222877908?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5011091709222877908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5011091709222877908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5011091709222877908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5011091709222877908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart-books.html' title='I heart books'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8433556764113753735</id><published>2009-11-25T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:56:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to be thankful!</title><content type='html'>I have SO many reasons to be thankful.  So here are just a few (in no particular order)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm thankful for family.  I sure love mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Genuine friendship.  Sometimes hard to find, but very wonderful to have.  I'm thankful for them all, both close by and far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Gospel.  I'm thankful for the plan of salvation, for eternal families and promises I have if I am faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kids!  I have the best!  Though they sometimes make me a little nuts, they are awesome munchkins.  And I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-technology!! I love modern conveniences like my computer and my crackberry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A hard working husband!! I need to find ways to show him more of my appreciation for all that he does for our family.  I'm thankful that he works so hard so I can stay home with the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm starting a gratitude journal.  It's amazing how many things you can find to be thankful for when you start.  Pretty soon you can't stop thinking of things.  I have so much to be thankful for, and writing them down is a wonderful way for me to remember them!! It has really helped me be more uplifted and positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm challenging all my blog readers (if I haven't scared you all off long before now) to start a gratitude journal!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8433556764113753735?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8433556764113753735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8433556764113753735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8433556764113753735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8433556764113753735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-to-be-thankful.html' title='Reasons to be thankful!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7706101061483888696</id><published>2009-11-01T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:53:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's only November and I'm already listening to Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know Thanksgiving comes before Christmas.  I just really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say that I'm thankful for Christmas music, does that make it all good? :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really thankful for Pandora.  Pandora rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas music.  Christmas music really, really rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7706101061483888696?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7706101061483888696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7706101061483888696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7706101061483888696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7706101061483888696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8849644776215385206</id><published>2009-10-31T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:28:45.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz153/erinhowephoto/halloween09-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; such&lt;/span&gt; incredible kids! (Yes, corny but true!)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween, ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aparently this photo appeared on 13wmaz on the 11 o'clock news one night.  I would have loved to see it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8849644776215385206?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8849644776215385206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8849644776215385206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8849644776215385206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8849644776215385206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/11/incredibles.html' title='Incredibles'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7232646884528355491</id><published>2009-09-08T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:22:30.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in review</title><content type='html'>(also known as the post where I play catch up!)&lt;br /&gt;It's already September and summer is nearly officially over!  We have had a fun filled summer, but I am looking forward to cooler days again.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot this summer.  And more than likely I won't get everything in the right order, but hey it's better than nothing! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Happy 4th of July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3703.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3707.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3708.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of swimming this summer, as usual!Lexi and Robby could already swim, but this year, Haley hung up her floaties as well and joined the big kid swimmers!  The are all little fish in the water, and have so much fun.  You would think going almost everyday would get old, but they loved it!  Here are some pictures at the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi and Robby learned to do cartwheels into the pool and thought that was great fun.  It scared me every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1921.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley learned how to do a handstand underwater. It is no easy feat for her. She is so light that she floats up to the top, so staying underwater long enough to get her legs up is a huge feat!  But she can do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is pretty independent in the water with his arm floaties.  We did have one scare where he almost drowned, but it didn't phase him at all, and we were swimming the next day!  He was maybe a little more careful to not forget his floaties tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds loves the water too, and starting to get the hang of using arm floaties all by herself.  By next summer, I have no doubt she'll do well with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go on a couple of day trips this summer as well.  There is the big Museum of Aviation here locally, although we've been many times, there were new things added, and so we decided to go again.  The kids always have fun here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day trip we took was to Indian Springs State Park for some fishing and a picnic.  The weather was gorgeous and the view really nice.  There was a little playground for the kids to play on too (though I'll be honest, it could use an updating...) We didn't catch any fish that day (seems to be a running theme for us) but they have fun trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, not long before school started, my friend Erin and I took our kids to the Childrens Museum in Macon.  Neither of us had been before, but we're always on the lookout for things to do that don't involve being in the horrible humidity! :) I didn't get many pictures of the day, but it was very fun.  It is geared more towards the younger kids, and after a while, my older ones said they were bored. (Although, no one was happy when it was time to leave, so I'm not sure they were all THAT bored!)We've been again since then with just the littles and they loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/GEDC0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob's mom was scheduled for knee replacement surgery this summer, and so we went to visit before she had surgery.  We also went to Jekyll Island and stayed at the beach for a night.  It was a tad rainy, but we managed to get a good amount of time on the beach in the sun!  The second day, we went to a Sea Turtle rehab hospital.  The kids loved seeing all the turtles and learning about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3711.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3717.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3718.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3725.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3736.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also while we were vising Rob's parents, we got to go to Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-Fil-A.  So we dressed all the grandkids up as cows before going to chick-fil-a.  Ppa sure was proud of his 7 little cows! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then school started!! Before we knew it, we were buying school supplies and getting back into the routine.  Lexi is in 3rd grade, Robby in 1st, and Haley is in Kindergarten.  They all got really great teachers, and we're all thrilled about that!  David was a little disappointed that he's not old enough to start, but we've been having a little school time together and that helps.  He is very excited to go to preK next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_4043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this is a glimpse of what we've done this summer.  I am determined to do better about taking pictures of the things we're up to.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7232646884528355491?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7232646884528355491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7232646884528355491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7232646884528355491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7232646884528355491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-in-review.html' title='Summer in review'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4233872293752379979</id><published>2009-08-12T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:53:17.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's GREAT to be EIGHT!</title><content type='html'>My baby girl is eight!! How the heck did that happen!?&lt;br /&gt;She turned 8 on 8/8...must be her lucky birthday! :)  She was also baptized the same day.  What a sweet, sweet day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;current=eight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/eight.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;current=baptism1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baptism1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;current=baptism2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baptism2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;current=baptism3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baptism3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy eight years, sweet girl.  I can't believe how big you are!  &lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4233872293752379979?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4233872293752379979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4233872293752379979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4233872293752379979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4233872293752379979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-great-to-be-eight.html' title='It&apos;s GREAT to be EIGHT!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8301418121845967015</id><published>2009-08-09T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:03:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the temple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sn-E4Vt41pI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TxgsKFprXzU/s1600-h/temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sn-E4Vt41pI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TxgsKFprXzU/s400/temple1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368155384286074514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love to see the temple. I'm going there someday. To feel the Holy Spirit, To listen and to pray.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rob and I visited Utah in June, I was just amazed by the mere sight of so many temples in one area.  I loved it!  It was an amazing sight to stand in one spot and to be able to see 3 temples. (Especially coming from a state with one temple)  We were fortunate enough to get to go to the Salt Lake Temple and the Jordan River Temple, as well as the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House.  Each temple has it own distinct differences, but it's amazing to go and feel the same, wonderful spirit in each.  And what a treat to get to sit in on a sealing ceremony.  It happened to be the same week we celebrated our 9th anniversary, so it was extra sweet to remember our own special day, 9 years ago when knelt across the alter and were sealed for time and all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love to see the temple. I'll go inside someday.I'll cov'nant with my Father; I'll promise to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the temple is a holy place where we are sealed together. As  a child of God, I've learned this truth; A fam'ly is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially find comfort in these words. A family is forever.  As I have gotten older, that simple statement has come to mean more and more to me.  But even as a child, I remember the power it had on me.  Losing a sister when I was very young, I remember making promises that I WOULD do the right things so that I could see her again one day.  And now, as I get older, with my Dad passing away, and my grandparents getting older, I find myself going back to that promise I made long ago.  Because I need my family....FOREVER.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta Temple, the closest temple to us, is now closed for about 18 months.  This makes it much more difficult to go to the temple.  Rob and I used to go on a weekday while the kids were in school, since he rarely has Saturdays off of work.  Now with the closest temple 4ish hours away, it's not possible to go on a whim.  And I miss it.  I struggle with the idea of not knowing when we can go to a temple again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary song "I love to see the temple" has long been one of my favorites.  I remember singing it when I was young.  And now, as I hear my own children singing it, I love it even more.&lt;br /&gt;"For the temple is a house of God, a place of love and beauty.  I'll prepare myself while I am young.  This is my sacred duty."&lt;br /&gt;While I can't find an immediate solution, maybe simply being prepared for any opportunity to go to the temple is what I'm supposed to do for now.  Being able and willing to go when the opportunity arises.  I am determined to do just that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8301418121845967015?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8301418121845967015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8301418121845967015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8301418121845967015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8301418121845967015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the temple...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sn-E4Vt41pI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TxgsKFprXzU/s72-c/temple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4340189372136587444</id><published>2009-07-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:40:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sewing projects!</title><content type='html'>Every so often I get in a sewing mood and I want to sew everything.  I have a huge list of things I've bookmarked or saved to try *eventually*.  Well I finally got around to a couple of the thing I wanted to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken a before picture, but this dress started out as a man's long sleeve shirt.  I found the tutorial here:http://www.dana-made-it.com/2008/07/tutorial-shirt-dress.html&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it!! I want to make a hundred more.  Ok, but I'd need a lot more mens shirts first.  I actually went to good will and bought 2 to start with.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0TUKrU-QI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FtvVREW_Z4U/s1600-h/GEDC0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0TUKrU-QI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FtvVREW_Z4U/s400/GEDC0711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963968452524290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little bug-a-boo modeling it for you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0TT-kEmhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/u5-p49bVhdE/s1600-h/GEDC0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0TT-kEmhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/u5-p49bVhdE/s400/GEDC0716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963965200865810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dress also started out as a man's shirt.  I followed the same patter, but ended up changing it up a little.  I think it's cute too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0Rx83FNxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/98FSasYRJmM/s1600-h/GEDC0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0Rx83FNxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/98FSasYRJmM/s400/GEDC0714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362962281116546834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drooled over a couple of oven mit tutorials that I found online, and have had some scraps that I just didn't know what to do with.  So this afternoon, I decided to make an oven mit!  Granted, I only had enough scraps in these colors for one, so it'll have to be a solo mit.  I love how it turned out and now want to make them for everyone I know!&lt;br /&gt;Front view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0SUF9NWUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mZ8GBdkodkY/s1600-h/GEDC0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0SUF9NWUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mZ8GBdkodkY/s400/GEDC0719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362962867673717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0SUXUhE5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dwkdcfzgrAg/s1600-h/GEDC0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0SUXUhE5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dwkdcfzgrAg/s400/GEDC0720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362962872334881682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I think I'm going to work on an apron and maybe some pot holders! :)  I need to sew more often!  I always love when I find the time to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4340189372136587444?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4340189372136587444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4340189372136587444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4340189372136587444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4340189372136587444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/07/sewing-projects.html' title='sewing projects!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/Sm0TUKrU-QI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FtvVREW_Z4U/s72-c/GEDC0711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3668555156446168528</id><published>2009-07-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:45:48.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear mom,</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry for all the grief I gave you over clothing when I was younger.  I've had a brief view at what lies ahead for me, and well it's not pretty.  I hope my kids are kinder to me than I was to you.  &lt;br /&gt;I love you.  You have great taste (and I actually mean it this time! :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say school clothes shopping was a long drawn out process today.  *sigh*  She's not even a teenager yet!!! AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3668555156446168528?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3668555156446168528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3668555156446168528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3668555156446168528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3668555156446168528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-mom.html' title='dear mom,'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3751825407755061798</id><published>2009-06-29T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:47:22.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed update</title><content type='html'>I know, I should probably win some kind of prize when it comes to neglecting my blog.  It's not that I don't have any ideas of things to write about, it just seems like anytime I come to sit and actually write, I get sidetracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, if I have ANY readers left, you'll be happy to know that this post includes pictures!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4fmjjwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_bxMLyyxuRU/s1600-h/alexis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4fmjjwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_bxMLyyxuRU/s400/alexis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756726592671490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis is 7, almost 8!  She is going to be in 3rd grade this year and is so excited.  She also was accepted into the focus program and is really excited about that!  Her favorite thing about summer is going swimming.  (needless to say, we've been doing a LOT of that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4784lBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4n_8Ctqd_NM/s1600-h/robby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4784lBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4n_8Ctqd_NM/s400/robby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756734202516498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby is 6 (almost 7!)  He is going into first grade this year.  He loves to read books, play on the computer, and play wii.  He also loves swimming, and is a fast little fish!  He always wants to race me, and just about catches me most times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4wZ1AAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fQ7FN1Ya7Zc/s1600-h/haley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4wZ1AAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fQ7FN1Ya7Zc/s400/haley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756731102691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley turned 5 in May!  I cannot believe it either!  She is excited to go to Kindergarten, although says she's going to miss me.  She is excited about learning to read (we've also spent a lot of time at the library this summer)!  She loves going to the pool as well, and figured out she can swim without floaties!! I bet before the summer is over, she'll be able to swim the whole length of the pool! (She can already go about halfway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP5P9QWkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MSadMVUTO9k/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP5P9QWkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MSadMVUTO9k/s400/david.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756739572783682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is 3! He is busy as ever, keeping me always on my toes.  He is a total momma's boy, and would love nothing more than to sit in my lap and snuggle me all day. He wishes he could go to school (he wished last year as well) like his older siblings, but has another year home with me.  I've just got to think of things to keep him busy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP5Wi5FJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Kfo99zeYGK0/s1600-h/linds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP5Wi5FJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Kfo99zeYGK0/s400/linds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756741341254802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my "baby" Linds is now just about 20 months.  She is flying fast towards 2 and I'm not ready! She is clearly NOT a baby anymore though. (wah!)  She is talking up a storm, and says the cutest things.  She's also partial to her momma, which I'm eating up.  It's amazing how fast they grow.  I love seeing her play with the older kids, yet still needing me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a little update from our house.  I promise it will not be as long before I post again.  I have plans to maybe even add another tonight (*gasp*) :) I know, scary huh!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3751825407755061798?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3751825407755061798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3751825407755061798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3751825407755061798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3751825407755061798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-needed-update.html' title='A much needed update'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SkjP4fmjjwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_bxMLyyxuRU/s72-c/alexis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8848445385486214695</id><published>2009-04-13T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:55:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that season again...</title><content type='html'>The one I visit several times a year where I try to get a good picture of the kids all together, as well as one with the family.  (You may or may not recall &lt;a href="http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-cheeseno-not-like-thatnowait.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post)&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I think we have SUCCESS!!! Maybe it's a fluke, but there was minimal photoshopping happening around here. :) That makes for one happy momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here are this year's Easter pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Howe Family 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrN3nkoCI/AAAAAAAAATs/97Xyj4htHvA/s1600-h/easterfamily09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrN3nkoCI/AAAAAAAAATs/97Xyj4htHvA/s400/easterfamily09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324357807982813218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The munchkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrbNYYhWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WKLkW0csKVA/s1600-h/easterkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrbNYYhWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WKLkW0csKVA/s400/easterkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358037162984802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlsies--Lexi, Haley and Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrnos5ioI/AAAAAAAAAT8/t4NXH4TN6Bg/s1600-h/eastergirls09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrnos5ioI/AAAAAAAAAT8/t4NXH4TN6Bg/s400/eastergirls09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358250655222402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little men--Robby and David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePryVyZj7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/v5rJ70UhJfU/s1600-h/easterboys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePryVyZj7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/v5rJ70UhJfU/s400/easterboys2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358434556579762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Hobby Lobby.  I think I love every section in the store.  Ok maybe not EVERY section, but I could wander in there for hours (and I have!).  I found the fabric for the girls' dresses there and fell in love.  Actually I had a horrible time picking out which fabrics to use!  I already have a few more million ideas in my head of sewing projects. :D  Now if I can just squeeze more time out of each day, I'll get there eventually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year, I'll make the boys matching ties.  Maybe I should start now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8848445385486214695?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8848445385486214695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8848445385486214695' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8848445385486214695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8848445385486214695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-that-season-again.html' title='It&apos;s that season again...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SePrN3nkoCI/AAAAAAAAATs/97Xyj4htHvA/s72-c/easterfamily09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-9009362855785920848</id><published>2009-04-13T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:45:55.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring  Break!</title><content type='html'>This year, Easter fell on the weekend of Spring Break for my kids.  The first part of the week, my twin sister and her children came to visit. We had such fun with them. Jenn and I stayed up way too late talking and giggling like when we were young.  Or maybe making up for when we were young. :D  And the kids (all eight of them) had fun playing together.  They even put on a circus for us.  I will have to see if I can upload the video.  They are adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday afternoon, they headed home and I packed us up to get us ready to go camping!  We bought a pop up camper last spring and now that it's warming up, camping season is here!  We went south near where my in laws live to a state park.  There is a nice big lake down there and we even tried to do some fishing, although we never did catch anything.  Rob's parents, sister, and brother and his two kids all camped with us the first night, and his parents also the second night.  We had a lot of fun with them.  The kids really are already talking about our next camping and fishing trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we stayed with my in laws and spent Easter with them.  We've been doing the 12 days of Easter with the kids, reinforcing the Resurrection and the real meaning of this holiday.  It's been neat seeing their reactions. And seeing how much they remember!  We'll definitely do this next year also!  I wanted to do Resurrection cookies too, but there just wasn't enough hours in the day.  Next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice dinner with the family, as well as an awesome surprise (Megan came to visit from Utah!!) we packed up the van and headed home.  We did get a flat tire on the camper, and Lexi immediately remarked that it was because we hadn't said a prayer before we left, like we always do.  I love that she thought of that.  We made certain to say one before we continued on.  And I'm really grateful that Rob is handy and changes tires. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank you to the man who stopped to make sure we were ok and didn't need any help. It's proof that nice decent people DO exist.  And when we drove by and saw you stopped to help someone else, it made my day.  You rock.  So thank you, Mr. Stop-and -help-stranded-people-on-the-interstate.  I hope if you're ever in trouble, someone stops to help you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the Spring Break re-cap.  We had a lot of fun, but it's always nice to be back home sleeping in your own bed.  The kids started back to school today and so life goes on.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-9009362855785920848?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/9009362855785920848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=9009362855785920848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/9009362855785920848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/9009362855785920848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring  Break!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2626662767864696591</id><published>2009-03-27T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:59:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Random facts are good!! It's these little things that makes us each, well, unique!  Here are 15 unique ones from me... and once you've read them, write 15 of your own so I can read random things about each of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always dreamed about being a concert pianist when I was young.  I'm lucky if I get to play the piano once a week these days. :P (Although I still LOVE to play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rob and I have been married for almost 9 years.  I still get butterflies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a peacemaker...and avoid confrontation at almost all costs.  I don't do well being put on the spot...especially if it's something emotional because...quite frankly...i cry ugly.  Yes, ugly.  I get a hysterical breathing pattern going (we've dubbed it the Mealey-cry as most of my sisters I believe have this horrible ugly cry too) and no one can understand me anyway, so I can't get what I want to say, to come out right.  It's really sad.  You don't want to see that. (No, really....you don't) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I tried sushi once and hated it.  (yee-uck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I still think it would be amazing to be a surrogate.  And still think about the possibility of being one one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I really don't think I'm a very good cook. BUT, I have made great strides of improvement from when we were first married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to sing, although I don't think I'm very good.  It doesn't stop me tho.  I usually have a song of some kind on my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to be a nurse when I grow up (and am thinking about starting back to school).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not a morning person.  I try really hard, but yeah...it doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite color is green. I pink puffy heart olive greens especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I can crochet, knit (a very basic stitch), and sew.  I just wish I had time to do them more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am pretty patient.  Except when I'm not. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love photoshop.  Love love love it.  I can get sucked into playing around in photoshop for hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think texting is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love my blackberry.  Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2626662767864696591?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2626662767864696591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2626662767864696591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2626662767864696591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2626662767864696591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3451664993962681605</id><published>2009-03-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:04:41.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming old?</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like another birthday to make you feel older, right?  Actually though, age really has never bothered me. As I creep closer towards 30, I keep thinking that maybe I'll suddenly feel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; or I don't know, something!  But I don't.  I suppose that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what IS a big fat slap in the face that you ARE getting old?? Finding your first gray hair.  It downright sucks.  Old people are grey.  Not me.  I'm still young and lively and young.  Such injustice to look in the mirror and see it.  But I pulled it out.  So does that technically mean I am young again?  Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the courses of thinking about old-ness, I do realize, however, that despite the eternal youth thing I have going on, I have not taken care of my body as best as I should.  I've never been particularly thin.  I was, I would say, "average" back in high school.  Then after graduating and getting married, I crossed over into the overweight club.  5 kids later, and well, I'm well past that line now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're beyond the having babies part, I can't chalk it up to "I just had a baby" or anything like that.  My baby is almost 18 months.  *cries*  And I know every year I let it go, it'll be that much harder to come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've begun (once again--but this time with more determination maybe?) implementing changes.  I wish I could afford a gym membership, but it's just not a possibility right now. (Though I have thought about looking into maybe a trade-out working in the daycare thing that I guess some gyms offer)  I do have an elliptical machine here at the house, and I've been going for walks more often.  I'll just have to make do with what I have!  I want to work my way towards a 5K.  (And seriously, I've never liked running, so I have no idea where this is coming from ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm unhappy with my body and I want to change.  I'm trying to read up more on fitness and health so that I can make the right changes so that I can succeed.  I've never been good at sticking with diet and exercise, but I want to so badly.  I want to have a good self-image, which I'm lacking right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of excuses.  I've let myself get into this shape, and it's going to take work and perseverance to get fit.  I really really want to succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3451664993962681605?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3451664993962681605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3451664993962681605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3451664993962681605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3451664993962681605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-old.html' title='Becoming old?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3408017491520079762</id><published>2009-03-18T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:59:14.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belated birthday</title><content type='html'>Or at least a belated post about it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my 28th birthday!  Another year older, another year feeling exactly the same as I did around oh--13 or so.  I'm beginning to think I will always feel like an awkward teenage girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/ScFRuChgL2I/AAAAAAAAATk/KlQrPmmjsuA/s1600-h/jennerin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/ScFRuChgL2I/AAAAAAAAATk/KlQrPmmjsuA/s400/jennerin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314618886667120482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fortunate enough to be able to share every birthday (and everything else growing up, for that matter) with my twin sister.  She is the older twin (which means she will get "old" before me haha!)by two minutes.  Sometimes those pesky two minutes were infuriating...when I had to, yet again, do something last because she was older. Of course now, I wouldn't change our order for anything!  The baby's got it gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, we were always pretty much polar opposites.  She had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and I had bright blonde hair (especially in the summer in Arizona) and hazel eyes.  And she was always about a whole head taller than me.  She was also more the shy one and I the bolder of the two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought like any sisters do.  I seem to remember blaming our messy room on her an awful lot.  And on one occasion when confronted as to what, out of the whole disaster, was hers, I could only find one thing (although I didn't openly admit that! HA!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, even as we entered junior high and high school, we were still very much opposites.  She was into running long distances and playing soccer and those things.  I also enjoyed sports, tho none that required so much running.  Volleyball and softball were my choices.  Eventually she did cross over to the dark side and played volleyball with me. :)  Our choices in friends were pretty different too, although our school was so small that we did have some of the same friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, half way through our junior year, we had to move.  Not just move to a new city, but to a whole new country.  Growing up, we lived mainly overseas.  We lived a few years in Arizona but we were little and I think neither of us have any memories of it.  We were moving back to the States.  More specifically, to Georgia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from our very small high school (around 80 kids per grade), to a huge one with 400-500 kids PER grade.  To say it was a bit of culture shock was an understatement.  Volleyball wasn't even in the schools system in Georgia yet, so I didn't even that familiarity to lean on as a crutch.  But I did have my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a huge blessing she has been my entire life (even when I didn't realize it).  I am so thankful for her constant companionship. For the strength and love she always has brought to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we've gotten older, we are probably more alike now that we ever have been.  My hair has long since gotten dark and we evened up in height a long time ago.  Although now I think I am more the shy one and she isn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dated together, married a year apart. We've been pregnant together and have shared many stories together as we raise our families and live our lives.  Even tho we may not get to talk everyday anymore (although there are weeks that we are glued to the phone giggling like 13 year-olds again) she is still a huge source of strength to me.  I guess you can call it that twin bond or something.  Sometimes we can even just look at each other and know what we're thinking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing every birthday with me, Jenn.  I love you and am so glad that you're my twin.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;old woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3408017491520079762?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3408017491520079762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3408017491520079762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3408017491520079762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3408017491520079762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/belated-birthday.html' title='belated birthday'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/ScFRuChgL2I/AAAAAAAAATk/KlQrPmmjsuA/s72-c/jennerin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6396015893278969324</id><published>2009-03-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:48:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with the kids</title><content type='html'>1. What is something mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;A-Stop Fighting&lt;br /&gt;R-Clean up&lt;br /&gt;H-Go play outside&lt;br /&gt;D-Eat yow dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;A-When I listen&lt;br /&gt;R-When we listen&lt;br /&gt;H-When we play with you&lt;br /&gt;D-Wisten (listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;A-Not listening&lt;br /&gt;R-When we don't clean up our rooms&lt;br /&gt;H-When we tell on people&lt;br /&gt;D- Chocolate (NOT TRUE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;A-Tickling me&lt;br /&gt;R-Playing funny&lt;br /&gt;H-Tickle me&lt;br /&gt;D-Tickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;A-I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;R-Nice&lt;br /&gt;H-Little&lt;br /&gt;D-Small....like dis (crouches down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A-28&lt;br /&gt;R-27&lt;br /&gt;H-40&lt;br /&gt;D-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A-5 feet&lt;br /&gt;R-Tall&lt;br /&gt;H-Little&lt;br /&gt;D-Bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;A-Spend time with family&lt;br /&gt;R-Shop&lt;br /&gt;H-Clean up (uhhh no)&lt;br /&gt;D-Jump rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;A-Read&lt;br /&gt;R-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;H-Read a book&lt;br /&gt;D-Jump Rope (aparently I'm a closet jump roper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;A-World's famous cleaner&lt;br /&gt;R-Pictures&lt;br /&gt;H-Sing&lt;br /&gt;D-Medicine (the boy is obsessed with medicine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;A-Loving me&lt;br /&gt;R-Taking Pictures&lt;br /&gt;H-Feeding Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;D-Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;A-Jump Roping (at least someone recognizes!)&lt;br /&gt;R-Cartwheeling (huh...little does HE know!)&lt;br /&gt;H-Playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;D-Not twampoween (not trampoline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for a job?&lt;br /&gt;A-Love us&lt;br /&gt;R-Take care of us&lt;br /&gt;H-Your job is to work&lt;br /&gt;D-Race car dw-iving (driving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;A-Cake&lt;br /&gt;R-Brownies&lt;br /&gt;H-Carrots&lt;br /&gt;D-Cake&lt;br /&gt;*for the record, chocolate is my favorite...incase you didn't get that LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A-Caring for me&lt;br /&gt;R-Taking care of us&lt;br /&gt;H-When we need help&lt;br /&gt;D-Hellfy (healthy---i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;A-Snow White because she likes to sing and she's very nice&lt;br /&gt;R-Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;H-Police Man--girl&lt;br /&gt;D-Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;A-Hug&lt;br /&gt;R-Read&lt;br /&gt;H-Play with each other&lt;br /&gt;D-Exercise (well i do the exercising and he does the watching...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;A-Both love each other&lt;br /&gt;R-Same skin&lt;br /&gt;H-By wearing the same clothes&lt;br /&gt;D-"Diff-went!" (different!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;A-My hair is long, yours is short&lt;br /&gt;R-Our voices aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;H-By not wearing the same clothes&lt;br /&gt;D- um light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;A-By trying not to yell&lt;br /&gt;R-Because you kiss and hug me&lt;br /&gt;H-When we hug each other&lt;br /&gt;D-Start together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;br /&gt;A-To dinner&lt;br /&gt;R-To the Movies&lt;br /&gt;H-To McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;D-To the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag you all (yes you, and you, and yes even you) to all do this as well with your kids.  And leave me a comment when you do so I can read the funnies from your kiddos! (or even borrowed kids haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6396015893278969324?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6396015893278969324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6396015893278969324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6396015893278969324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6396015893278969324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview-with-kids.html' title='Interview with the kids'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1779232571175184256</id><published>2009-03-05T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:06:48.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great to be 8</title><content type='html'>Right before my very eyes, my girl is not little anymore.  Everyone tells you that "kids grow up so fast", and "don't blink", but nothing really prepares you.  Then suddenly you wake up and struggle to figure out how it seems she was just a baby YESTERDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis is turning 8 in August.  This marks a pretty big milestone in our religion.  8 is the age of accountability, when we know basic right from wrong.  It's the age you have to be to be baptized.  Last week they had a "Great to be 8" night at the church for all the kids turning 8 this year.  It was a night to basically answer any questions the kids might have about their baptism day.  Alexis and I were asked to sing a song for it. I must admit, I've never considered myself a singer.  I'm usually the one behind the piano.  But I was excited for the opportunity, and excited for Alexis to have the opportunity.  She LOVES to sing, but does get nervous in front of people. I thought it would be a good chance to overcome some of that.  She was excited about it too, and we practiced everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;It ended up fabulous (although no thanks to me, as I ended up with a cold and had a crunky voice).  I was so proud of Alexis overcoming her fears.  She is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked about baptism, I couldn't help but think back to my own day.  I remember Jenn being scared and wanting me to go first.  I was all excited that finally I got to do SOMETHING first (sometimes being the younger twin stinks!), and wouldn't you know it, they wanted to go in birth order, so she did go first.  It's funny the things you remember.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Alexis is just about there.  Suddenly I feel myself asking if we've taught her enough, does she know the things she needs to, is she READY for baptism??!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I just sat back and watched.  I don't get many opportunities to see her "in action" since she's the oldest and I've usually got my eyes on 4 others as well.  But it was a treat to be able to sit back and just watch her.  She is so confident and sure of herself.  And so ready.  When in the world did all that happen?  I am amazed at her simple faith and unconditional love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as she is nearing her 8th birthday, I've found myself doing a lot of reflecting.  These 8 years have gone by so quickly.  No doubt the next 8 will go by even more.  Slow down, baby girl.  I'm not ready!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1779232571175184256?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1779232571175184256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1779232571175184256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1779232571175184256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1779232571175184256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-to-be-8.html' title='great to be 8'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4668384839647024243</id><published>2009-03-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:23:18.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A give away!! A give away!!</title><content type='html'>So, here's how it works: the first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise! The catch is that you must participate as well. Before you leave your comment, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (or copy and paste like I did). Then come back, let me know you're going to play and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4668384839647024243?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4668384839647024243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4668384839647024243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4668384839647024243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4668384839647024243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-away-give-away.html' title='A give away!! A give away!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1071814227018745505</id><published>2009-01-28T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:49:37.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>organized chaos</title><content type='html'>I think that pretty much sums up my life....organized chaos.  Well maybe, except for the organized part. Anyone who knows me well knows I'm not particularly organized, and that I have swiss cheese for brains.  So I guess that leave chaos.  But chaos in a good way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my chaos, I have actually managed to get a few projects done recently!  I have been sewing and crocheting and I'm loving it!  I will have pictures to share soon, but some of the stuff I've made are gifts and I don't want to ruin the surprise!! :) I also have several more projects already in the works.  I LOVE my new sewing machine that Santa brought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as crazy as I thought life was already, it's about to get even more so.  I registered the three oldest kids for soccer!!  They are very excited.  Lexi has played before, but Robby and Haley haven't.  Robby played football last year and loved that also, but is excited to try something new.  I have no idea yet if any of them will be on the same team (Haley and Robby are in the same age group so it might be possible) but we should find out soon.  It might make things more hectic, but I honestly am so excited.  Lexi LOVED playing and it's fun to see them doing things they love.  I hope Haley and Robby love it just as much!&lt;br /&gt;The crock pot is going to become my new best friend.  Anyone have any good recipes they want to share!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1071814227018745505?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1071814227018745505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1071814227018745505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1071814227018745505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1071814227018745505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/organized-chaos.html' title='organized chaos'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1555107932648847498</id><published>2009-01-13T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:34:29.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>It's funny how just when you're feeling comfortable, life throws you a curve ball.  Change is always inevitable, yet often times I feel myself struggling to adapt to that change.  Especially when it wasn't MY plan to change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had to be let go from my job.  Nothing I did, but just with the economy being what it is, there wasn't enough business to keep my job.  It was a big surprise to me, and I cried.  (and I'm one of those hysterical can't-understand-what-you're-saying criers)  I was just so sad. I loved my job and the people I worked with.  It was a perfect job with flexibility so I could work around the kids and home.  It was easy to go right to "POOR ME".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the initial shock wore off, and I could think beyond my own selfishness, I couldn't help but think about things from my boss's perspective.  She had to tell two friends (we've all known each other online for years...even before she started the business) the bad news, knowing how sad we would be.  And then she had to hear the disappointment and sadness as we ended our employment.  That can't be easy in any setting, let alone with friends.  I'm fairly certain it's not something she was happy to be doing. It also made me think about people who've also been laid off due to the economic struggles who were the sole breadwinners of the family.  How thankful I am that Rob still has a job!!  My income wasn't a necessity and we will still get along fine without it.  But there are SO many people who don't have a job facing worse situations than mine.  And suddenly my pity party seems oh so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of focusing on the would-be's or could-have's that came with my old job, I'm focusing on all that I do have.  I have more blessings I can count.  Even though it's an adjustment to now not be working again, I am thankful for the opportunity I had to work.  It was nice while it lasted, and I have good friends because of it.  And who really knows what the future will hold.  I guess I needed another helping of humility with a side of gratitude.  Funny what thinking can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1555107932648847498?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1555107932648847498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1555107932648847498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1555107932648847498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1555107932648847498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/ch-ch-changes.html' title='ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4728650336092553979</id><published>2009-01-09T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:31:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom</title><content type='html'>I couldn't NOT share this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4728650336092553979?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4728650336092553979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4728650336092553979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4728650336092553979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4728650336092553979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom.html' title='The Mom'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3906063804629902101</id><published>2009-01-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:59:06.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe shopping</title><content type='html'>I have a serious love for shoes.  I love them.  I would buy shoes all the time if I could.  But today I realized that I don't love all shoe shopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as the kids were getting ready for school, Robby's shoe broke.  He had the no-tie elastic thingys type of shoe.  (Do you know what I'm talking about?) So anyway he wore his bright orange crocs to school, but I had to find him some new sneakers this afternoon.  So we went to the dreaded walmart.  I don't particularly like walmart, but hey....5 kids, we're on a budget.  So we went and there were hardly ANY shoes in his size.  The few shoes that were his size, he hated.  So I figured, no sweat we'll just run across the street to Payless.  (Luckily it's right next to walmart).  Oh did I mention I had all 5 kids with me on this little excursion?  Yeh, that was fun.  Except for the man who HAD to stop us and try to cheer up David--who was in the cart because he wouldn't listen and so was throwing a huge fit screaming and crying.  Now I KNOW his intentions were good.  But seriously...I don't like it.  In fact I hate when people do this (and it happens more than you think..)  I especially don't like it when they start saying "What's his name?....." so they can talk directly to him.  Or when they start telling him that if he is good, I will buy him a treat. (Excuse me, what?) But that's a story for another day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go over to Payless, which thankfully wasn't crowded, and I find the isle with his size shoes.  There are 3 different sneakers.  Three.  So one is decent looking, and much to Robby's joy, even has annoying lights (which was ironic because I had just told him that they don't make light up shoes in his size at Walmart).  The other two were awful looking shoes.  And I hate to say that about any shoe, but they were bad.  So I decided, I don't care, we'll get them.  He loved them and that's what matters.  I just don't understand why they had to be twice as expensive as any other sneaker at Walmart.  Bt you know what, I didn't care.  I could NOT stomach the thought of braving a different store, and so I bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very similar trouble finding Lexi sneakers when school started.  And I ended up at payless that trip too LOL.  You'd think I would learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I LOVE shoe shopping for myself.  I gotta say it's just not as much fun for the kids.  Especially when they don't like the shoes I like for them.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3906063804629902101?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3906063804629902101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3906063804629902101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3906063804629902101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3906063804629902101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoe-shopping.html' title='shoe shopping'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1817805352908362808</id><published>2009-01-05T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:45:11.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it's been 3 years since you were born.&lt;br /&gt;You were like most of the rest of your siblings, stubborn and unwilling to come unaided!  So on the morning of January 4th, we went to the hospital to be induced.  It was a bit of a bumpy ride, as I had a reaction to some medication they gave me, and you kept having heart decelerations.  But in the end, we both got through it and you were born at 2:36pm weighing 7lbs 15 oz and measuring 20 3/4 inches long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/davidnb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly fell in love with your fuzzy hair and your sweet expressions.  Who wouldn't fall in love with a face like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did also end up with a spinal headache and had to go back to the hospital for an epidural blood patch.  But you were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had elevated bilirubin levels and so we had to go back to the hospital to have your blood drawn.  The waiting room was crowded with a lot of sick people and I blame this visit for you getting pneumonia.  And so when you were about 2 weeks old, we were back at the hospital, this time for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/davidhospital/DSCF1012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/davidhospital/DSCF1017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully our stay wasn't long, and soon we were home again.And I could enjoy faces like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/david%20misc/d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you smell is baby breath?  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/boo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/firsttime.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/david-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/crazyhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really did have a lot of hair.  The trouble was that it was all in front.  We so affectionately called you "The David".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7983428179271341471" com="" albums="" v373="" erunginung="" jpg="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew it you were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tho you were generally silly and happy, you still had a touch of seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/davidbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile has always made me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/eyes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my baby boy go?  And who was this little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/dog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/david2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/davidpirate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been my most challenging 2 year old.  You were very strong willed and weren't afraid to voice your opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/4-366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we turned your whole world upside down and had your baby sister, you weren't jealous at all. You were smitten with her from the minute she came home and you still love to make her laugh.  Watching you grow from my baby to a big brother has been priceless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're three.  You love to sing me songs.  You are still (thankfully) a momma's boy and often when you're having a tough moment, you just want to snuggle with me.  We've conquered potty training!  You are infatuated with soccer and can't wait until you're old enough to play on a team. (well a team besides your siblings).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/Erun01copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has gone so fast.  Slow down, little man.  You'll be grown before I know it. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday David!  I love you so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/david2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/david3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1817805352908362808?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1817805352908362808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1817805352908362808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1817805352908362808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1817805352908362808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/davidhospital/th_DSCF1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3291504666727132937</id><published>2009-01-02T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:46:16.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mary!!</title><content type='html'>According to dictionary.com (I know so suave), littler &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a word!! You made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to think of all things little(r). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world did I think it wasn't a word?  Hmmm mommy brain?  Yeh, let's go with that one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3291504666727132937?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3291504666727132937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3291504666727132937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3291504666727132937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3291504666727132937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-mary.html' title='Thank you Mary!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7278010491155444548</id><published>2009-01-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:37:30.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog worth blogging about</title><content type='html'>I have a confession.....&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with a blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent hours reading through old posts.  It his hi-larious.  It secretly makes me want to be a wreckreporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7278010491155444548?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7278010491155444548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7278010491155444548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7278010491155444548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7278010491155444548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-worth-blogging-about.html' title='A blog worth blogging about'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3277514829198291874</id><published>2009-01-01T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:32:59.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little(r) things</title><content type='html'>I'm the kind of person who loves to make up words.  I often use the endings "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;", "y" or "er" at my own discretion.  It makes me happy.  For example, I often tell my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lammy&lt;/span&gt; that I miss her very badly-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.  There's more emphasis then on  just how bad I miss her.  Badly just isn't enough.  Catch my drift?  Oddly enough, those close to me know exactly what I mean too.  I know Lolly could probably think of several of my "words" too. :)  That's just how I roll, yo....&lt;br /&gt;Wait... am I even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; enough to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one word, however that I think SHOULD be a word.  That is "littler".  You know like little and er...sort of like smaller... but cuter.  I know it's not a word, and I often correct myself because I know it's not proper English (or American?).  But I love it.  I want it to be a word.  So yes I'm sure I will use it here on this blog and you will all grow to love it as I do. (Yes, you will.  No, really I'm serious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some words that I really try hard not to use.  But living in the south, I admit that they do slip out from time to time.   I really don't like "ain't" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; is that spelled right?) and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt;". Like, "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt; to run to the store".  I don't really have any good examples of ain't, because I can't come up with any where it doesn't make you sound really dumb.  "I ain't gonna do that", "I ain't got none?"  See what I mean? *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really glad you read all this aren't you?  Ain't you?&lt;br /&gt;(sorry I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help myself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is sadder still, is that ain't doesn't show up as a non-word.  You know like when you spell something wrong, and the computer gives it a squiggly red line underneath it to prevent you from appearing to be spelling impaired?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, not there with ain't.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, right?  What's the world coming to?  Geesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3277514829198291874?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3277514829198291874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3277514829198291874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3277514829198291874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3277514829198291874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-littler-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little(r) things'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8446562396442355450</id><published>2008-12-30T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:53:05.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out for mommy!</title><content type='html'>Today my friend and I got to take the day off from being Mommy (or part of the day anyway).  What fun we had.  We've known each other for about 10 years and even though we've had spurts where we haven't been in contact, getting back together always feels like no time has passed at all.  I love that girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't do anything, per say....I mean we did some shopping, had lunch, went to some antique shops, etc.  But it's fun to have a day now and again when you can spend hours looking at antiques, if you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went through the day, swapping stories and giggling about the silly things that our kids do, I thought of one of my goals for the new year....Redefining myself.  It is days like today that get me back to some of the basics of who I am.  Spending time with great friends with whom I can be myself totally, and then coming home to my family and realizing how much I love these knuckleheads. :)  It's refreshing to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a day out is really what I needed! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8446562396442355450?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8446562396442355450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8446562396442355450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8446562396442355450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8446562396442355450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-out-for-mommy.html' title='A day out for mommy!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4972172334979435895</id><published>2008-12-29T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:04:51.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost another year!</title><content type='html'>Wow I really am a bad blogger.  I do try.  It's one of my goals for this coming year.  So be prepared to be inundated with some pretty boring day-to-day stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our sweet Snickers isn't with us anymore.  She got out of our yard one day (I think she got out under the deck) and we haven't been able to find her.  The kids took it kind of hard at first, Robby was the saddest.  He still gets sad when he thinks about it.  :( &lt;br /&gt;I think we might try getting another dog later in the year.  I don't think we'll go the puppy route again, but maybe 2-3 years old.  I'd love to get a golden retriever.  We could name her Biscuit (Haley has an infatuation with the name biscuit and wanted to name Snickers it too). I guess time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a huge hit.  We totally overdid it on the presents.  I think next year we'll scale back down.  It was just nice to splurge a little this year since I've been working.  I think the biggest hits were nerf guns for the whole family and dolls that I made.  I promise to get some pictures up soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been enjoying family time since Rob doesn't go back to work until this Friday.  He's been off since Christmas Eve.  And since it's Georgia and cold weather is apparently unheard of, there have been lots of opportunities to play outside.  We should have gone camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than resolutions for the new year, I'm just setting goals...9 of them (to start with anyway) for 2009!  Here's my list...&lt;br /&gt;1. Read my scriptures...everyday.  (both privately and with the family).  We usually start off good, but then things happen and well that's that. &lt;br /&gt;2. Journal at least weekly, if not everyday.  That's where my blog comes in too.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be healthier.  I hate to just say "lose weight" even tho that would be the ultimate goal, but I want to eat healthier and exercise more.  Which will hopefully result in losing weight! :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do more creative projects that I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;5. Take more notice in the little things.  I have had this real wake up call with how fast my kids are growing.  Linds is entering more toddler less baby and before I know it, they will all be grown.  I want to cherish this time.  I want to do more of the little things with them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be more organized.  Less scatterbrained.  I need a system.  Not sure what it is yet.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;8. Make plans with my photography&lt;br /&gt;9. Redefine myself.  Refocus on things that important to me.  Live laugh and love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your goals or resolutions for 2009?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4972172334979435895?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4972172334979435895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4972172334979435895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4972172334979435895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4972172334979435895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-another-year.html' title='Almost another year!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7748786481022222750</id><published>2008-12-04T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:30:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do I dare?</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid to say it for fear of jinxing myself (I have too many experiences with that), but I want to shout it from the rooftops at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;DAVID IS POTTY TRAINED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought he might actually go to college in diapers and the rate we were going.  I finally gave up trying and decided I had to wait until he was ready.  It's not easy tho, waiting.  Thank goodness he didn't make me wait too long. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7748786481022222750?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7748786481022222750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7748786481022222750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7748786481022222750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7748786481022222750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-dare.html' title='do I dare?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8989697245910678732</id><published>2008-12-03T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time, right?</title><content type='html'>Sorry I was wrapped up in the world of creating a new blog and well....I'm slow. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, change your links, folks, because this one will soon be obsolete.  You can find me now here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.justhoweweare.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8989697245910678732?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8989697245910678732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8989697245910678732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8989697245910678732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8989697245910678732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-about-time-right.html' title='it&amp;#39;s about time, right?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8285355316121503239</id><published>2008-12-03T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:26:23.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Snickers</title><content type='html'>As if there wasn't enough fun in our lives, look who has joined our family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/STcHLux6VlI/AAAAAAAAASY/m_YzQ6YNtDE/s1600-h/snickers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/STcHLux6VlI/AAAAAAAAASY/m_YzQ6YNtDE/s400/snickers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693386605155922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickers the wonder pup! LOL (ok the wonder pup isn't part of her name, but it flows so nicely, don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/STcHLP_g2lI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dMxUDiKXAcs/s1600-h/snickers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/STcHLP_g2lI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dMxUDiKXAcs/s400/snickers1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693378340706898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sheesh I'll just call you Snickers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8285355316121503239?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8285355316121503239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8285355316121503239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8285355316121503239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8285355316121503239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-snickers.html' title='Meet Snickers'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/STcHLux6VlI/AAAAAAAAASY/m_YzQ6YNtDE/s72-c/snickers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8137008694565742105</id><published>2008-11-24T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:48:25.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is this week!!&lt;br /&gt;I love Turkey Day!  Being more consciously thankful for the many blessings in our lives.  It's wonderful!  And I have so much to be thankful for.  I hope everyone will take the time to let those special people know how thankful you are for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Turkey Day food.  My favs are the turkey, cranberry sauce, and pecan pie.  Yum!  What are you favorite foods at Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget the good ol' Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.  Gosh I can remember watching that as a kid.  I think my kids kind of get bored with it, but we watch it anyway!  It's tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving also means I can finally listen to my Christmas music.....in public. (Yes I've already been listening to it...I can't help it.  It's my favorite!)  Trans-Siberian Orchestra has to be my favorite.  I've seen them twice in person and LOVED it.  So, look them up and go see them.  You know you want to.  :)  I don't think they're playing in Atlanta this year....ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I feel so much more prepared for it this year than in previous years.  It helps that I'm working part time now so the $ is a little easier to manage.  But beyond that, I am really excited to see the kids' reactions with the gifts they're getting.  I've got some handmade projects in the works and I'm so excited.  I will post pics of some of them soon.  It's really got me into a craft mood with sewing and painting and all that fun stuff.  I think it's addicting...once you start you suddenly think of 20 other things you can make too. :D  (Or at least I d0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get off the computer.  We're leaving tomorrow to visit Rob's parents.  (Another T-day tradition).  Happy Early Thanksgiving!!  Don't eat too much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8137008694565742105?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8137008694565742105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8137008694565742105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8137008694565742105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8137008694565742105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5258264570695335089</id><published>2008-11-19T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:37:44.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the frustration of 2</title><content type='html'>I have the hardest time with 2.  (the age).  The temper tantrums and potty training and learning to speak and all of that is FRUSTRATING.  I know it's frustrating for the kid too, so I try to keep that in mind but lately I feel like I have to anticipate EVERYTHING for David or else suffer a massive meltdown.  And it's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we were a little on the late side (well not late, but we had to rush a little more) and David couldn't find anything to wear that matched his brother (sometimes he's insistent on that).  He also insists on dressing himself.  Time was running short, and although he had gotten dressed, he didn't have his shoes on or his coat.  So I had to just do it for him quickly so we weren't late for school.  Thus begun the meltdown.  Once the coat and shoes were on, I had to carry him to the car kicking and screaming.  He of course was all worked up and wouldn't put on his buckle (another thing he usually insists on doing).  So when I had to do it for him, he got even more upset.  He cried and screamed all the way to the school and home again.  Where he got mad at me for opening the van and unbuckling him (even tho he can't unbuckle himself). &lt;br /&gt;Granted I know things do usually go smoother when we're not rushed, but even then if something sets him off, he gets so mad.  And it just melts down.  I get so frustrated by the degree of meltdown he's been having lately. &lt;br /&gt;But you know, when he wants to be sweet, he just makes me melt.  He can be such a sweet caring guy.  I know we'll get through this stage, but can it be today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5258264570695335089?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5258264570695335089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5258264570695335089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5258264570695335089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5258264570695335089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustration-of-2.html' title='the frustration of 2'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8255132946940284977</id><published>2008-11-08T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:22:51.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #5260848402</title><content type='html'>Why you know you really do want a trampoline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SRZJDwgb3rI/AAAAAAAAASA/RLc5hOWTMXs/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SRZJDwgb3rI/AAAAAAAAASA/RLc5hOWTMXs/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266477143165755058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're having a really bad hair day, and all else fails...just go jump a few times an voila...it's a hairdo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;originale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8255132946940284977?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8255132946940284977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8255132946940284977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8255132946940284977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8255132946940284977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason-5260848402.html' title='Reason #5260848402'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SRZJDwgb3rI/AAAAAAAAASA/RLc5hOWTMXs/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6774502151272306485</id><published>2008-11-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:30:34.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I get it now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SQ3R1FlQTFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7jknH8IWMLE/s1600-h/100_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264094249427684434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SQ3R1FlQTFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7jknH8IWMLE/s400/100_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll my eyes at all the "My child is an Honor Student" bumper stickers or any of the other obnixious "let-me-rub-in-your-face-how-cool-my-kid-is" stickers. (You know we have all seen them..)  I would always joke that I wanted the one that says "My kid can beat up your honor student" just for grins.  I thought I'd never be one of those parents.  I mean &lt;em&gt;puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Robby came home and proudly exclaimed "I GOT STUDENT OF THE MONTH!!!!"  His expression was priceless.  He was beaming with pride.  And right in that instant, it clicked and I "got" the whole bumper sticker thing.  I am so proud of my little guy.  How can I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sport the sticker on my minivan? (and the eek face next to it was already there....although somehow it's suprisingly fitting.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm one of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people you all roll your eyes at.  But neener neener look how cool my kid is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6774502151272306485?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6774502151272306485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6774502151272306485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6774502151272306485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6774502151272306485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-i-get-it-now.html' title='Oh I get it now!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SQ3R1FlQTFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7jknH8IWMLE/s72-c/100_1375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8195655612191689853</id><published>2008-10-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October already!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, wasn't it just like March?  I think the days get shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;We've been so busy with school and football on top of the normal day to day grind that time has just slipped away.  And here we are in October. &lt;br /&gt;Last month, my twin sister and I were able to take Mom out for her birthday.  We went to see Les Miserables in Atlanta.  It was such a fun day.  I'm so glad to be close to my mom.  I love spending time with her. &lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Robby's 6th birthday.  I still owe him a birthday post, which I will get up very soon! (also more new pictures of all the kids to come!)  He is playing football now and loves it.  It's so fun to watch. I think it's really been good for him too.  But maaan do they get sweaty and stinky!  And I'm sure it's nothing compared to when he's older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to figure out Halloween costumes for a trunk-r-treat at our church later this month.  I'm trying to convince them to do a theme, and everyone but Haley is on board.  We first thought of Peter Pan, with Lexi as tinkerbell (even tho I wanted Linds to be Tink), Haley could be Wendy, Robby as Peter Pan, and David as Hook.  But those are some pretty demanding costumes.  So now I'm trying to convince them that the wizard of Oz could be fun too.  We already have a Dorothy costume....so that could be easy.  Lexi said she could be Glenda the good witch and then the boys could pick out of the tin man, the scarecrow and the lion...&lt;br /&gt;Alas, Haley wants to be a ballerina.  Not sure how I can theme around THAT!  I thought I'd show her some cute dorothy costumes in hopes it will get her on board. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously doesn't seem like a whole year has gone by since having Linds.  I can remember at the beginning of October last year, saying "THIS is the month I'm having the baby!!" (I believe I actually blogged it too, probably on the first of Oct), and wouldn't you know it, she came the last day. I remember the anticipation and excitement, and then the impatience and crankiness when I found out my Dr would be out of down during the week I was due.  Then to have to go OVERDUE was just not something I was happy about.  But she was very much worth it, my little pumpkin girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to make a move to a new bloggy, but I will link you all once it's up and ready! :) So watch this space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8195655612191689853?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8195655612191689853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8195655612191689853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8195655612191689853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8195655612191689853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-already.html' title='October already!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5343441918561769701</id><published>2008-09-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we meet again</title><content type='html'>After almost 5 years of battling cancer, my Dad's fight came to an end last week.  We all knew the day would come, but it sure did go fast.  When he was diagnosed, he was at Stage 4.  We all knew what that meant.  Still through it all, he remained so positive, so upbeat and so brave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of his life, things had deteriorated pretty quickly, and he remained positive and brave.  Even in the moments where he was loopy, he stayed true to character, cracking jokes and just being the same old Dad that I know and love.  I am in awe at his bravery through it all.  Through chemo and radiation and then when things weren't working, to still know that everything would be ok. Such great faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away peacefully surrounded by family.  As his breathing became more labored, my mom held his hand and told him if he saw Emily (my sister who passed away when I was 5), to take her hand and go...that it was ok...and that we would be ok.  He passed away a few moments later.  We sat around him and sang songs and shared some favorite memories of him after he passed.  Having the family together was such a blessing.  We could rely on each other for comfort and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The services were beautiful, and just as he would have wanted them.  It still seems so surreal.  I miss him so much.  How grateful I am to have the gospel in my life, and to know the plan of salvation.  To know that I will get to see him again one day.  How sweet that reunion will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5343441918561769701?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5343441918561769701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5343441918561769701' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5343441918561769701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5343441918561769701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/09/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till we meet again'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-3583895335700746439</id><published>2008-08-12T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer memories</title><content type='html'>Last month we bought a pop up camper.  We've had enough of tent camping in the south.  It's just too hot, and well, there's nothing worse than waking up wet.  We decided we wanted to go on a family vacation to the beach before the kids went back to school.  Here's our "baby" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9156.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun is this!?!  Not only did we stay dry (and it was such a blessing...considering it rained EVERY afternoon we were there), but the first night we were actually COLD thanks to the a/c!  HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Some random camping pictures...not the best..i kept forgetting about taking pics.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9134.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9093.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9095.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9110.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9104.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9121.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9131.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9097.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was the beach.  Ah the beach.  I could live on the beach.  There's just something so serene and wonderful about the sound, sights and smells.  We were so glad that it wasn't really a very busy beach either.  The kids love the beach too.  This was Lind's first trip and she was fascinated with the sand.  She kept trying to eat it. :D  David wasn't too impressed with the water at first, but he loooooved diggin in the sand.  The older three all loved the waves as they came crashing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9053.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9048.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9077.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such fun.  And the best part is that now we have a pop up, we plan on doing MUCH more camping! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-3583895335700746439?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/3583895335700746439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=3583895335700746439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3583895335700746439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/3583895335700746439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-memories.html' title='summer memories'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5615614861838447461</id><published>2008-08-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to the summer?</title><content type='html'>Time has once again slipped by.  It's already August.  Where has this whole year gone?  School started last week and this year I have 3 in school.  That's just weird.  David isn't used to it and gets kinda lonely.  But on the other hand, he's loving the extra attention he gets.  :)  Alexis had her 7th birthday last Friday.  Holy moly she's SEVEN.  When did that happen again?  Seems like just yesteday I brought her home from the hospital.  Next year she gets baptized.  It is all happening too fast.  She is very mature for her age (I guess it comes partly from being the oldest of many too).  She is a big helper, and a great little mommy.  She loves anything Hannah Montana and High School Musical.  She is easy going and just a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Robby will be 6 next month.  He is in Kindergarten this year and so far has been enjoying it.  He's already had to miss 2 days because of illness.  Gotta love the germs you get from school.  :D  Football starts next week for him also, and he is beyond excited to play.  He is obsessed with transformers and batman currently, but still like Spiderman and tho he probably wouldn't admit it, he still will watch some good ol' buzz lightyear.  He is still very much a momma's boy.  I can always count on a snuggle from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is 4 and in preK this year.  She LOVES school and has looked forward to going for quite some time.  She is very much into the barbies and princess stuff, although she will play cars and dinosaurs with her brothers just as easily.  She is very independent, and will be off in her own little world at times.  I like watching her when she doesn't know that I am.  It's fun to see how she plays on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is, well 2.  I must admit I think this is the hardest age (to date) for me.  I'll give my little man credit tho, the tantrums are getting fewer, and we have made small progress in the potty training deparment.  And when he wants to be, he is the sweetest funniest little guy.  He has an infectious laugh and says the funniest stuff.  He's had to adjust with the older 3 in school but it hasn't been too bad.  He still gets to play with Linds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds is 9 months old now.  She is taking lots of steps now and is growing so fast.  She waves and says mama and dah-dah and loves to babble and blow raspberries.  She is overall a very happy baby, but she has horrible sleep habits (which are in part my own fault....or all my fault LOL).  She is a momma's girl too, but does on occasion let other people hold her.  Although now that she's walking, she wants down to run after her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll leave you all with pictures on the first day of school.  I know I'm falling very behind in posting here, and I'll try to be better.  I need to get Lexi's birthday pictures up too.  There are just never enough hours in a day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9169.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9166.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9160.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9163.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9178.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9180.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/IMG_9188.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5615614861838447461?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5615614861838447461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5615614861838447461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5615614861838447461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5615614861838447461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-to-summer.html' title='what happened to the summer?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4375547503630871702</id><published>2008-06-26T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics!!</title><content type='html'>So I know it's been a while, I am that slack. Life just is BUSY! But it's a good busy.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some new pictures of the littlest midget. I'm going to get some new pictures of each kid this weekend so I can share new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPW_2tzIJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/55IqxqqagXs/s1600-h/junelinds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPW_2tzIJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/55IqxqqagXs/s400/junelinds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216249185932877970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPW_zqrYuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NJl5fCtCvZY/s1600-h/junelinds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPW_zqrYuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NJl5fCtCvZY/s400/junelinds2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216249185114481378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPXAMgV7yI/AAAAAAAAALA/jaDqZSXxLUs/s1600-h/junelinds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPXAMgV7yI/AAAAAAAAALA/jaDqZSXxLUs/s400/junelinds3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216249191782018850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4375547503630871702?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4375547503630871702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4375547503630871702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4375547503630871702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4375547503630871702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pics.html' title='New pics!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SGPW_2tzIJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/55IqxqqagXs/s72-c/junelinds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2781935012443870807</id><published>2008-05-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow things!</title><content type='html'>Want to feel accomplished???? Plant a garden!!  Seriously my black thumb is turning a tad green!!  This morning I went to weed my garden and much to my excitement, I had green beans to be picked!!!  Then looking around I noticed little green 'maters!!  It's really fun to plant something and now to be able to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my garden.  It's a little crowded...but hey, I'm a beginner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garden1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/garden1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little green maters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garden2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/garden2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garden3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/garden3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garden4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/garden4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the first pick!  There's enough for the family for dinner tonight!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garden5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/garden5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2781935012443870807?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2781935012443870807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2781935012443870807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2781935012443870807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2781935012443870807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/05/grow-things.html' title='Grow things!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2683424078023584085</id><published>2008-05-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were able to celebrate Haley's birthday at my parents house.  It was fun having Uncle Jym there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hbday7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/hbday7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2683424078023584085?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2683424078023584085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2683424078023584085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2683424078023584085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2683424078023584085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2580994758582621501</id><published>2008-05-19T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the face of FOUR</title><content type='html'>Four years ago yesterday, Haley entered our lives...chia pet hair and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/haleynb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy and delivery were both a breeze and we were instantly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/7photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that chia pet hair didn't quite keep up as your noggin grew. But eventually it all worked out.  You've always had dreamy eyes in a striking shade of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/Picture281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been a little strong willed.  You know what you want and what you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/Haley/h6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to please and generally happy go lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you get to be so big!?  Slow down, baby girl.  I'm not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/missyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll be starting school and the time we get one on one while the littles nap each day will be gone.  So if I squeeze you a little tighter each day, don't complain, mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, my bug-a-boo.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/IMG_7353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2580994758582621501?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2580994758582621501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2580994758582621501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2580994758582621501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2580994758582621501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/05/face-of-four.html' title='the face of FOUR'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/Haley/th_h6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2408415900535102169</id><published>2008-05-06T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tricks!</title><content type='html'>Lindsey is already SIX MONTHS OLD!!  Holy canoli!! Where has the time gone?  She had her well check this past Friday.  She is up to 13.9 pounds and 24.25 inches tall.  She is just a petite little girl!  She has a couple new tricks up her sleeve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out....I'm MOBILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a81751e616394a12" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlW0RcDsZjGnhVMWQqTsopucRDz47EW7RG9b7FZ871UnRujQT7YNXrlt_vTssTsLzMSmcuSMBLpgMJXoI81pqtFhZBZJiabvQYon7dpdoKERSeR16I1DEOa9FTn92Hof4SSUkuv9hdAMQPsPtKd2qlcy9ccceFYTfsTS_x1mVeFGUGO8RbbaJkZgox5fggGSzxj8rLRqbBZSua1IaF6ngdWx%26sigh%3D89--HR42kdY1at26EWHZsbFzVvA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da81751e616394a12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DqfBJpec2eFP3mMfx4cwz3uDnqdY&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlW0RcDsZjGnhVMWQqTsopucRDz47EW7RG9b7FZ871UnRujQT7YNXrlt_vTssTsLzMSmcuSMBLpgMJXoI81pqtFhZBZJiabvQYon7dpdoKERSeR16I1DEOa9FTn92Hof4SSUkuv9hdAMQPsPtKd2qlcy9ccceFYTfsTS_x1mVeFGUGO8RbbaJkZgox5fggGSzxj8rLRqbBZSua1IaF6ngdWx%26sigh%3D89--HR42kdY1at26EWHZsbFzVvA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da81751e616394a12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DqfBJpec2eFP3mMfx4cwz3uDnqdY&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her second stunt is sitting up for short periods of time.  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I'm right smack dab in the middle of the "mommyhood-needy-i-do-everything" season.  I love my children dearly, but some days are HARD!  That isn't to say that the work isn't rewarding.  It's the most rewarding job ever.  But hard, nonetheless.  Sometimes I get frustrated wanting to do things that just don't "go" with the season I'm in.  I chose to be a stay at home mom because it's important to me....My own mom stayed home until well into my high school years.  I think I was spoiled by it.  But I loved knowing that she would be home when we got home from school.  And I want the same for my own kids.  Things that I want to do don't necessarily work right now.  I'd love to get into photography more, I'd love to travel with my husband.  These things just have to wait.  And well, sometimes waiting is HARD!  Each year seems to pass more quickly than the last and already I'm amazed at how fast my children are growing up.  So while I know that they are only little for a SHORT time, I still have my days when I'm eagerly waiting the day when I can do more ME stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Then I just look at them and melt....... and who am I kidding.  I have the best job ever right now.  I love being a mom.  Suddenly my selfish desires seem so insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4211595038488601923?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4211595038488601923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4211595038488601923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4211595038488601923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4211595038488601923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/04/seasons.html' title='seasons'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7268016825837360309</id><published>2008-04-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>I'm also stealing the idea from &lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; for A Thousand Words Thursday by posting a meaningful picture (to me anyway) every Thursday.  Here's today's...This was back in the land of two children. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=holdinghands.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/holdinghands.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7268016825837360309?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7268016825837360309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7268016825837360309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7268016825837360309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7268016825837360309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/04/thousand-words.html' title='A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2119175478469657784</id><published>2008-04-14T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the digi-bug</title><content type='html'>I've thought for a long time about getting into digi-scrapping. I love traditional scrapbooking, but it's so hard to find time with all my little "helpers". And if I start digi-scrapping all my main pictures, I can do project albums or gifts and things like that at crops and what not. Best of both worlds?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I took the plunge and made my very first layout. Actually I used a template...and I gotta say, I'm loving that! So tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SAQjZI3Qw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/evEaxrVwiME/s1600-h/alexis8-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SAQjZI3Qw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/evEaxrVwiME/s400/alexis8-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189311585420624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2119175478469657784?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2119175478469657784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2119175478469657784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2119175478469657784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2119175478469657784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/04/digi-bug.html' title='the digi-bug'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/SAQjZI3Qw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/evEaxrVwiME/s72-c/alexis8-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5763453735439982795</id><published>2008-04-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm.....'scuze me</title><content type='html'>Umm can someone tell me how it is I just had this little teenie baby and now just look at this will you?  She's bound and determine to get mobile.  I don't recall giving her permission, in fact I'm pretty sure I told her she had to STAY a baby.  Sheesh, she's already not listening. :)&lt;br /&gt;(please ignore my obnoxious voice...I mean geez could I sound more like a goon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/0413082023.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5763453735439982795?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5763453735439982795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5763453735439982795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5763453735439982795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5763453735439982795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/04/ummm-me.html' title='ummm.....&amp;#39;scuze me'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7415555478649857465</id><published>2008-04-05T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak</title><content type='html'>We recently learned that BIL and his wife had separated.  I'm not quite sure why it took me by such surprise but it did.  We learned this weekend while visiting Rob's parents that she served him with divorce papers and again I found myself shocked.  Maybe it's because I've never been this close to someone going through something like this, but my heart is breaking.  It's breaking for their two girls whose little world is falling apart.  It's breaking watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bil&lt;/span&gt; struggle with sadness and anger and hurt.  Terrible hurt. &lt;br /&gt;They are both really young and I know that plays a part in all this.  I guess I just can't grasp that they are "jumping ship" so quickly.  After being separated only a couple of weeks and without any kind of trying (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. marriage counseling or therapy...).  Just give up. &lt;br /&gt;It's brought about a lot of reflection to my marriage and family.  We've had our share of problems as every marriage does, but it has brought us closer together as we've worked through them.  I can't help but feel like there is going to be some regret as they get a little older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for my family and that we are sealed together for time and all eternity.  I'm so thankful for a husband who has the same conviction of eternity that I do.  I pray that this little family can work through this hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7415555478649857465?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7415555478649857465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7415555478649857465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7415555478649857465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7415555478649857465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/04/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2577066404287974182</id><published>2008-03-30T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>My baby girl is going to preK this fall.  WAHHHH Where has the time gone??  She is so beyond excited.  She has been asking when her turn to go is since school started this year.  Yesterday we received a letter in the mail telling us that she was selected to go to preK at the elementary school!  I'm so excited!  Signups for prek at the elementary school are done by a lottery drawing since there are only so many spots available.  Robby has preK at a daycare center because we couldn't get him in at the elementary school that lexi goes to.  So next year I'll have 3 at the same school.  I can't tell you how much I love that.  Having 2 different schedules this year has been a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I cannot believe that she's old enough to go.  She is more than ready, but I am having a hard time with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2577066404287974182?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2577066404287974182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2577066404287974182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2577066404287974182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2577066404287974182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6932770718774300718</id><published>2008-03-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese.....no, not like that....no....wait....</title><content type='html'>At every holiday, I think, "THIS will be the time I can get an awesome picture of the 5 kids together".  And who am I kidding, right?!?! Still I though Easter's attempt was pretty fun, and actually yielded a pretty good end product.  I can't expect it to be perfect, I mean...there are FIVE of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started out with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sort of actually looking ok, although while I'm being picky, David looks a little consitpated......But what a great start....I know this is going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently something was funny.  Even David was slightly amused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what on earth is THAT stinking funny? I mean, c'mon people....this does NOT make for my perfect picture.  (Notice David's drugged expression LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for Pete's sake, c'mon already...it can't be THAT funny.  David doesn't think so either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact he's a little upset by it all. (And can we all say CHEEEEEEESE together, Haley?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, now you've done it.  Now he's crying.  Are you all happy? No, it's really NOT funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now you've really upset him.  No, they aren't laughing AT you, David.  Poor little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/easter8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, what's this!??!?! They're all looking, no one's crying, and they all have a pleasant look (read: no constipation).  It only took about 92 pictures, but by golly we got a decent one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I'm exhausted now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6932770718774300718?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6932770718774300718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6932770718774300718' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6932770718774300718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6932770718774300718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-cheeseno-not-like-thatnowait.html' title='say cheese.....no, not like that....no....wait....'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5610715656074073863</id><published>2008-03-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>Recently I started working pt from home.  I get to "work" from my computer in my jammies if I want, and I get to call playing in photoshop, WORK!  Add in that I have a great boss, and 2 pals that I work with and how much better can it get!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I work for &lt;a href="http://www.sweetbabydesigns.com"&gt;THIS SITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really fun, but I've had to reschedule just my way of life to fit it in.  My time is more precious now that I have something else in the mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer season started and Lexi is loving it.  She is really good too.  She scored her first goal at the first game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby cannot wait for Kindergarten and football.  He is so excited.  He says he might want to try soccer next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley cannot wait for school either.  She and I have quite a bit of one on one time when David and Lindsey nap each day and I've enjoyed it.  She has grown up so fast.  I'm sure it's true that it seems like each kid seems to grow up faster than the previous.  My little girl is not a baby anymore. :(  She loves to play with Lindsey and give her kisses.  She is a really sensitive girlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is 2 and as stereotypical as 2 can get!  And he is 100% boy in the dirt.  He usually always has a dirty face (although I don't know how as many times as I wash it).  We've broached the subject of potty training once or twice, and so it goes.  I really *hate* the potty training process.  *grumble grumble grumble* :)  He is talking SO much now and I love listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey is changing so much.  She is a petite little girl.  She can now roll both ways and has begun sleeping on her tummy, without my consent. :D  We've introduced cereal and a couple of fruits, but so far she's not a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is next week and the kids are excited!  Aunt Jenn and her kids are coming to visit, and then the end of the week, we'll be going to visit Rob's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also begun a garden.  Carrots, squash, zucchini, green beans, cucumbers, tomatoes and watermelons.  Or at least we're going to try.  We've had fun getting it ready tho.  I can't wait for things to sprout.  If we can ever get grass to grow in our back yard, I will party hard. :)  Grass, that's all I ask for.  I'm easy to please! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it from our little corner of the world.  Life is busy, but good.  And we are blessed beyond measure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5610715656074073863?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5610715656074073863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5610715656074073863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5610715656074073863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5610715656074073863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='life in the fast lane'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1704732791424937722</id><published>2008-02-26T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in my day</title><content type='html'>The other day Alexis and I were just chit chatting about things...nothing really that stands out.  But somewhere in that conversation she asked, "Mom, back in YOUR day......" and I nearly choked.  Am I old enough to have a "my day?"  Geez I feel old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1704732791424937722?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1704732791424937722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1704732791424937722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1704732791424937722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1704732791424937722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-in-my-day.html' title='back in my day'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4290421298317144381</id><published>2008-02-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes</title><content type='html'>I've had a HARD time coming up with things to blog about lately...I guess I'm just not sure you all are dying to hear the mundane daily activities of our house.  But I will try harder! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week off of school for "mid-winter break", the kids were excited to return today.  Of course, having slept in all last week, I jerked awake at 7:20am in a panic.  We still made it on time, but had to rush a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis started soccer last week.  She is enjoying it.  Robby is going to play football in the fall. (I can't handle 2 different sports schedules in the same season LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is eager to start preK in the fall, David is a typical two year old who wants NOTHING to do with the potty (*cries*), and Lindsey is such a happy easy-going baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home is rarely quiet or clean, but we are happy, so I'm more than blessed.  We're probably the classic example of organized chaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4290421298317144381?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4290421298317144381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4290421298317144381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4290421298317144381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4290421298317144381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='and so it goes'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-743084892478667886</id><published>2008-02-11T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend wedding</title><content type='html'>This weekend one of Rob's good friends got married.  Alexis and Haley were flower girls, Robby was a ring bearer and Rob was a groomsman.  It was a BUSY weekend but it was fun.  The kids did a great job for having such a long weekend. 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title='popcorn popping'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2881359970677293565</id><published>2008-01-30T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R6Dv_Ch6vXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jW9atUf_2_E/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R6Dv_Ch6vXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jW9atUf_2_E/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161389039256518002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R6DvIih6vOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5r17fLqdo7E/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R6DvIih6vOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5r17fLqdo7E/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161388102953647330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2881359970677293565?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2881359970677293565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2881359970677293565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2881359970677293565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2881359970677293565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/01/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R6Dv_Ch6vXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jW9atUf_2_E/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-736084703358275169</id><published>2008-01-15T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best intentions</title><content type='html'>It's a lot easier to take the pictures each day than I thought...the hard part is getting them uploaded/resizes/edited and posted each day.  So maybe I'll just try to add mine once a week? LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, Lindsey was having a really fussy day.  She just needed some extra snuggles I guess.  I tried to use a sling that was given to me but it was too bulky and just didn't fit well.  So I found a pattern to make my own and that's what I did!  It turned out really cute (I think) and it is so nice and easy to wear.  And Lindsey loves it! :)  The picture isn't great, but it shows what I made. :)  The rest are just pics of my little monkey.  That hair just cracks me up.  It just does not lay down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Lindsey both had checkups today.  What in the world was I thinking scheduling  both appointments for the same day.  It was horrible.  They both cried and screamed most of the appointment.  I thought only Lindsey needed shots, but it turned out David needed one as well.  Let me tell you what bundle of fun THAT was.  We survived, but definitely need a nap.  Both kids are growing well and are right on target.  So thats good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zuoJ0DshI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4JQpcvSQ8rI/s1600-h/sling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zuoJ0DshI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4JQpcvSQ8rI/s400/sling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155758047028818450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt9Z0DscI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bjponSPncHY/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt9Z0DscI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bjponSPncHY/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757312589410754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt9p0DsdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ka7Ocru14WU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt9p0DsdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ka7Ocru14WU/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757316884378066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt-Z0DseI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Nnn1iHVJQxk/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt-Z0DseI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Nnn1iHVJQxk/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757329769279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt-50DsfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mFt2iYxJI9c/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt-50DsfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mFt2iYxJI9c/s400/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757338359214578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt_J0DsgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JHC-duIHGZo/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zt_J0DsgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JHC-duIHGZo/s400/e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757342654181890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-736084703358275169?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/736084703358275169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=736084703358275169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/736084703358275169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/736084703358275169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-intentions.html' title='best intentions'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4zuoJ0DshI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4JQpcvSQ8rI/s72-c/sling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2473400157163298614</id><published>2008-01-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch-up....again LOL</title><content type='html'>Pretty sad that I'm already playing catchup again on this photo challenge. :D  Just never enough hours in a day it seems...but here's a bonus picture to make up for it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4OfhZ0DsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OF7lbju_XI4/s1600-h/7-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4OfhZ0DsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OF7lbju_XI4/s400/7-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153137794855711122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4Ofh50DsaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kh4UPSS4rGY/s1600-h/8-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4Ofh50DsaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kh4UPSS4rGY/s400/8-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153137803445645730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4OfiJ0DsbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sLv9e7INN_Y/s1600-h/366-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4OfiJ0DsbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sLv9e7INN_Y/s400/366-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153137807740613042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2473400157163298614?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2473400157163298614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2473400157163298614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2473400157163298614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2473400157163298614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/01/catch-upagain-lol.html' title='catch-up....again LOL'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4OfhZ0DsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OF7lbju_XI4/s72-c/7-366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6016628547960170788</id><published>2008-01-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 days of pictures</title><content type='html'>I have started a 366 day photo challenge (one picture for every day of the year).  Yes, I'm late in posting them, but along with whatever ramblings I make, I thought it'd be fun to post the pictures here too!  So here's pics 1-6 :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnHZ0DsTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Na592y4JaWc/s1600-h/5-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnHZ0DsTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Na592y4JaWc/s400/5-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512825574535474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnIJ0DsUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/brjQNTD9MT0/s1600-h/4-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnIJ0DsUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/brjQNTD9MT0/s400/4-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512838459437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnI50DsVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ixf-amiEKZw/s1600-h/3-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnI50DsVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ixf-amiEKZw/s400/3-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512851344339282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnJp0DsWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ApwkT5-ksd0/s1600-h/2-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnJp0DsWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ApwkT5-ksd0/s400/2-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512864229241186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnKZ0DsXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eDFzls5AxPE/s1600-h/1-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnKZ0DsXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eDFzls5AxPE/s400/1-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512877114143090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FpyZ0DsYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a7S5z6pGsvg/s1600-h/6-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FpyZ0DsYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a7S5z6pGsvg/s400/6-366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152515763332166018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6016628547960170788?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6016628547960170788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6016628547960170788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6016628547960170788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6016628547960170788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2008/01/366-days-of-pictures.html' title='366 days of pictures'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R4FnHZ0DsTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Na592y4JaWc/s72-c/5-366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-711389157451058158</id><published>2008-01-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 years already.  TWO YEARS!  And how fast these 2 years have flown by.  When we first found out that I was pregnant, we were a little shocked.  Really, we didn't have anything to be surprised about because we certainly weren't preventing anything.  But surprised we were.  We needed to get a bigger vehicle, but couldn't afford a car payment with just one income.  Of course, Heavenly Father knows best and does provide.  Rob was in a wreck that totaled his truck.  It didn't seem like a blessing at the time.   It turned out that Rob's former boss was getting rid of their minivan.  They just didn't need it as they had other cars and their kids were all older now.  So she said she would sell it to us.  And the price was such a steal.  It worked out that with the money that we received from Rob's truck, we could buy the minivan.  It was a total answered prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before David was born, my oldest sister Lammy and her family surprised us all and came to visit.  We went to my parents' house Christmas Eve, and there they were! And how exciting it was to see them.  They were moving to Kansas from Germany and had some leave time in between so they got to stay for around a month!  And best of all, they would be here for David's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning early we headed to the hospital for a scheduled induction.  We left the kids at home with their older cousins there to watch them.  &lt;br /&gt;David James was born at 2:36pm weighing 7lbs 15oz, and measuring 21 inches long.  I'm so glad to have his sweet spirit as part of our family.  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday little boy.  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(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/2007card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/2007card.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4262491662621690300?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4262491662621690300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4262491662621690300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4262491662621690300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4262491662621690300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-258679688599933980</id><published>2007-12-16T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight tough stains!</title><content type='html'>This past week when I went grocery shopping, I bought some oxy-clean.  Alexis saw it on the counter and said to Robby, "Mom bought oxy-clean...it fights tough stains!" They thought it was the coolest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight after Lindsey had a blow-out diaper, I set her dirty clothes on my bed while I changed her.  Alexis noticed the dirty clothes and told me, "Mom, you need to use the oxy-clean on those".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a side note, all the nice mustard-colored poop came out after soaking it in oxy clean!  My new best friend! (I'm easily amused:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-258679688599933980?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/258679688599933980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=258679688599933980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/258679688599933980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/258679688599933980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/fight-tough-stains.html' title='fight tough stains!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-448880353205776531</id><published>2007-12-06T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby linds</title><content type='html'>She is changing so much, and it is going by so fast!  She is already over a month old.  Those complaints about having to go over my due date seem like a distant memory.  Funny to think back on how upset I was having to wait and wait (and wait!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some new pictures of my little ham! She's really filling out in those chubby cheeks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hIKlvRNXI/AAAAAAAAADw/shz5kSvJVaU/s1600-h/linds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hIKlvRNXI/AAAAAAAAADw/shz5kSvJVaU/s400/linds1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140938321409684850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hIK1vRNYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6NiDOElMQS4/s1600-h/linds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hIK1vRNYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6NiDOElMQS4/s400/linds2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140938325704652162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hILFvRNZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L3_5F7CztP0/s1600-h/linds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hILFvRNZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L3_5F7CztP0/s400/linds3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140938329999619474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-448880353205776531?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/448880353205776531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=448880353205776531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/448880353205776531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/448880353205776531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-linds.html' title='baby linds'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ujDyq_JuCg/R1hIKlvRNXI/AAAAAAAAADw/shz5kSvJVaU/s72-c/linds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-992430629181178664</id><published>2007-12-05T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome kids</title><content type='html'>I think my kids are great, but there are times when it seems like all they do is fight, or nitpick each other NON STOP.  And I seriously start to wonder if it's something I have done (or haven't done) that has resulted in all the general crankiness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are days like yesterda.  Alexis, Robby and I all had dentist appointments to have our teeth cleaned.  It was their first time ever going and so they were a little nervous.  While I was filling out all the paperwork, they took the two of them back to start their cleanings.  I was glad that they could go together...and kind of ease each other's nerves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at the office were SO great, and I had nothing to worry about.  By the time I got called back to start my cleaning, they were just about done with Robby.  I was in the room next to them and could hear the conversation that went on.  Lexi and Robby were taking turns asking what every button, gadget, tool and light in the office did, why it did it, and could THEY do it? And the hygienist was so great and let them "help".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi and Robby were finished before I was, so they got to go to the treasure box since they had been so good (because bad children don't get anything out of the treasure box).  I think they made out.  Stickers, tattoos, a plastic snake for Robby and a ring for Lexi.  All that on top of the new toothbrushes and toothpaste.  I tell you, who needs Christmas?!  Just make a trip to the Dentist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, though, everyone kept telling me how nice and sweet Alexis and Robby are, and how I've done such a great job with them.  It really was nice to hear it from someone else.  As much as I think they are great, it's a nice feeling to know I'm not just biased.  I do have some awesome kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-992430629181178664?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/992430629181178664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=992430629181178664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/992430629181178664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/992430629181178664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/awesome-kids.html' title='awesome kids'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7343727287952702093</id><published>2007-12-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was our city's Christmas parade.  I think we've gone pretty much every year that we've been here, so I guess it's kind of tradition.  The kids mostly like it...although there are some parts that are a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to watch the "usuals" like the Shriners with their little race cars and hillbilly cars, or the local high school marching bands and the pageant girls and boys waving.  But there were also some new additions this year.  Jared Fogle, the subway guy was in our parade.  How cool is that!?!  I thought it was pretty cool.  Apparently he's spreading the message to get healthy and not to wait until January 1st to make a resolution.  Sounds good, doesn't it?  (I say as I sit here eating another piece of divinity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while there were some cute new additions to this year's parade, there were also some not so cute.  Downright scary to tell you the truth.  There was a group of 6 or 8 belly dancers, for example, walking in the parade and sort of belly dancing as they walked.  And it would have been fine I guess, but not only were there a couple of really heavy girls, but they were wearing shirts with see through material to show off, I presume, their bellies.  I guess I have to give them kudos for being confident enough to shake their bodies, but wow.  I sure couldn't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, of course, ended the parade on his sleigh with reindeer.  Then life goes on and the entire city of warner robins are all trying to get out of the parking lot at one time.  Talk about chaos.  We usually sit and wait for the crowds to die down, since we've never been in that big of a rush.  As we sat waiting, I noticed how much trash people had left behind on the ground.  It was really sad.  Totally ruins the fun for me, especially thinking about how much time it must have taken to clean it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no Macy's Parade, but it still gets me in the mood for Christmas.  And I looooooooooove me some Christmas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7343727287952702093?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7343727287952702093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7343727287952702093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7343727287952702093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7343727287952702093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/parade.html' title='Parade!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6579424421610067267</id><published>2007-12-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>duck tape</title><content type='html'>According to my kids, duct tape is absolutely positively made of DUCKS.  No matter how much we tried to tell them it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;duct&lt;/span&gt;tap, they weren't buying it.  They even went on to say "first they pull the feathers off and then make them into duck tape".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those poor ducks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6579424421610067267?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6579424421610067267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6579424421610067267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6579424421610067267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6579424421610067267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/12/duck-tape.html' title='duck tape'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5130563129975520532</id><published>2007-11-28T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Christmas me-me!</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?  wrapping paper...there's just something wonderful about ripping open gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial?   Definitely a real one.  (although we've used artificial in the past, it's real this year!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Usually around the 1st of December. This year we're ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?  Sometime before new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?  Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? that's a tough one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do you have a nativity scene?  Yep, it was given to Rob by his Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?  Rob, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?  the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?  I don't know that I've had any bad gifts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas cards?  Snail mail.  I get email everyday, but it's only once a year that I get so much REAL mail! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?  Mr. Kreuger's Christmas or White Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I try every year to start earlier but so far no luck.  Usually around November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  Not that I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?  Divinity, fudge, cookies, almond bark pretzels. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?  Always white!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?  I don't have a fav..I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?  HOME. Just can't beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?  You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen...Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen....but do you recall the most famous reindeer of all (Rudolph). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?  A star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?  One at night and the rest Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this season?  Scrooges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What I love most about Christmas? You name it, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're reading this...play along!  And leave me a comment so I can come and read yours! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5130563129975520532?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5130563129975520532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5130563129975520532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5130563129975520532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5130563129975520532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-christmas-me-me.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a Christmas me-me!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2267566217391739671</id><published>2007-11-28T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>You'd think with 2 kids fully potty trained and 1 more that's about 90% potty trained I'd have a clue what I was doing.  But I don't.   So I need your help.  I have no trouble with daytime potty training.  My frustration is with the nighttime.  Alexis was pretty easy and just got up at night to go all on her own.  Robby had a little harder time.  He was completely day trained fairly early but wasn't night trained until about a year ago.  He's a heavy sleeper tho and so I just chalked it up him not waking when he needed to go.  Haley's been day trained now for close to a year but is still in a diaper at night.  And when she wakes up her diaper isn't just a little wet, it's full.  I've tried limiting drinks after dinner time and it doesn't seem to help.  She has asked a couple times to not wear a diaper at bedtime, and so i let her try.  The first time she was dry and I was super excited.  But the second and third night she was wet and so we went back to a diaper at bedtime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just something I have to wait for?  Or is there some way to work on her staying dry?  Soon David will be starting potty training and I'd sure love to know a better way of working on night training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2267566217391739671?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2267566217391739671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2267566217391739671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2267566217391739671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2267566217391739671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1157497734169002626</id><published>2007-11-27T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gobble gobble and ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>I had a post started for Thanksgiving, but wouldn't you know things just got so busy with the turkey day and traveling out of town visiting with family that I never did get a chance to post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice visit with Rob's family.  We even got a short visit his great Aunt, whom we haven't seen in about 5 years.  That was really sweet.  We stayed with her when Robby was born and needed surgery in Atlanta.  She really is a sweet lady.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that turkey day has come and gone, we move on to Christmas!!  I'll admit it too, we've been listening to Christmas music even before Thanksgiving was here.  I can't help it.  Of course it helps too that one of the radio stations started playing nothing but Christmas music!  And the kids love it just as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went and bought our tree.  I've missed having a real tree.  I love the smell.  Maybe I won't love it so much in another 4 weeks after cleaning up the needles over and over.  But for now I'm loving it.  I can sit and stare at the lights forever.  It's so peaceful to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of four weeks....can you believe that it's only FOUR WEEKS until Christmas!?!?!  This "Mrs. Claus" better get crackin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1157497734169002626?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1157497734169002626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1157497734169002626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1157497734169002626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1157497734169002626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/gobble-gobble-and-ho-ho-ho.html' title='gobble gobble and ho ho ho'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2924082577899924616</id><published>2007-11-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new calling</title><content type='html'>Today I was given a new calling in church.  The only callings I've ever held before have involved playing the piano.  I've been the Relief Society pianist, Primary pianist, choir pianist, and when I was still a teenager I was an assist pianist for Sacrament meeting.  I think it's become my safety net.  Pianists are usually in high demand (or at least they were in my last ward.  Playing the piano is something I love to do, and is fairly easy to me.  &lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise when my new calling doesn't involve the piano at all!  Instead I'm now the Beehive Adviser in Young Women! I haven't EVER taught a lesson to anyone in church before. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;So while the idea of teaching does scare me a little, my fears were put mostly at ease when I got to sit in my class today.  The girls are really sweet and really made me excited about this calling.  I won't lie though, I'm still scared about the teaching part. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for this new opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2924082577899924616?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2924082577899924616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2924082577899924616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2924082577899924616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2924082577899924616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-calling.html' title='a new calling'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2827552152353119258</id><published>2007-11-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby of mine</title><content type='html'>My lil sweet pea is two weeks old!  How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/baby22.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2827552152353119258?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2827552152353119258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2827552152353119258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2827552152353119258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2827552152353119258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-of-mine.html' title='baby of mine'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6753344371947324894</id><published>2007-11-13T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the christmas card conundrum</title><content type='html'>Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year.  I love everything about it...the lights, the sounds, the music, the cold weather, the Spirit that surrounds the season, the story of the baby Jesus, Santa, hot cocoa, mittens....I mean come on! It just doesn't get any better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love receiving Christmas cards too.  I was reading &lt;a href="http://ohamanda.com/"&gt;Oh, Amanda's &lt;/a&gt; "oh! ho! ho!" posts and realized I need to get going on my card for this year.  Every year I have to try to out do what I've done the year before with my own cards.  I tried to handmake my cards, but I never got around to actually mailing them out. (I tried with the same cards for 2 or 3 years and gave up).  Then I turned to digitally made cards, thanks to my B.F.F., photoshop!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our card last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/erincard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Thanksgiving already next week, I suddenly feel like I'm falling behind and should already be working on this year's card.  I still need to accomplish the impossible task of getting a picture with all 5 kids.  About two weeks before Lindsey was born I attempted a picture of the 4 older kids together.  This was the best one....(I used it in a siggy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/blueyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be a fun picture to get this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you at with the Christmas card conundrum?  Have you already planned yours out?? Made them??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6753344371947324894?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6753344371947324894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6753344371947324894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6753344371947324894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6753344371947324894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-card-conundrum.html' title='the christmas card conundrum'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-14083901000234848</id><published>2007-11-10T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school musical</title><content type='html'>eat your heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_0690.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/100_0695.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-14083901000234848?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/14083901000234848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=14083901000234848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/14083901000234848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/14083901000234848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/high-school-musical.html' title='high school musical'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5097608204675716603</id><published>2007-11-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet baby</title><content type='html'>Lindsey Erin was born at 11:11am on October 31st weighing 8lbs 3.5oz and 21inches long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/lindsey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/lindsey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/lindsey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/lindsey5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/Lindsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5097608204675716603?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5097608204675716603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5097608204675716603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5097608204675716603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5097608204675716603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-sweet-baby.html' title='sweet sweet baby'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-5281522596918330933</id><published>2007-10-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come!</title><content type='html'>Dear little baby who is STILL residing inside me,&lt;br /&gt;  While it has been a pleasure housing such a special little spirit these past 40 weeks, enough is enough. Here's your eviction notice. Live it up in there today because tomorrow will be quite a shocker.  As much as I've loved the anticipation of your arrival, I'm just plain out tired now and am ready to see you (and let me tell you, there had better be hair on that head, because I haven't suffered with heartburn all this time for nothin!)&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-5281522596918330933?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/5281522596918330933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=5281522596918330933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5281522596918330933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/5281522596918330933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-4598087899005343351</id><published>2007-10-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrg Matey!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had more than just pirates for halloween, but I couldn't think of a catchy title that used both "princess ballerinas" and pirates.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from this weekend's activities.  The kids were just too stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/davidpirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/robbypirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/haleyballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/lexiballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/ballerinas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/erunginung/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-4598087899005343351?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/4598087899005343351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=4598087899005343351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4598087899005343351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/4598087899005343351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/arrrrg-matey.html' title='Arrrrg Matey!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6704939513010525068</id><published>2007-10-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhhh babbbbbyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>yooooo hooooooo, little baby.  Do you know what today is???????? You're supposed to come today, remember?? :D  (I don't see it happeneing, but hey a girl's gotta try, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6704939513010525068?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6704939513010525068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6704939513010525068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6704939513010525068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6704939513010525068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohhhhh-babbbbbyyyyyyyy.html' title='ohhhhh babbbbbyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-1822914633725512270</id><published>2007-10-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is funnier than...</title><content type='html'>....you're 3 year old singing "livin' in my own world" from High School musical?? (I don't actually know the real title of the song....probably something like "the start of something new"?) Probably the only thing cuter is when your 5year old and your 3 year old sing it together, him singing the "boy parts" and her singing the "girl parts".  I've GOT to figure out how to record it because let me tell you....THAT is quality entertainment. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-1822914633725512270?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/1822914633725512270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=1822914633725512270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1822914633725512270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/1822914633725512270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-funnier-than.html' title='what is funnier than...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7771629418234313056</id><published>2007-10-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby blues</title><content type='html'>I really thought with this being my fifth baby, that I pretty much knew how things were going to go.  I thought for sure I'd get induced somewhere between 38-39 weeks just like it's happened in past pregnancies.  Well let me tell you, I don't know squat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my appointment today, my doctor was really surprised to find that I'm STILL not dilated at all, and am, as he said "still thick and hard".  He told me he thought with this being #5, that I would have already delivered her.  "Me too," I told him.  So we talked about induction...but at this point, he doesn't think my cervix is favorable for an induction, and so chances of a c-section would be high.  So the logical choice would be next week, right? (the week I'm due!). Only one small problem.  MY DOCTOR IS OUT OF TOWN NEXT WEEK!  AHHHHHHHHHH!  So unless I happen to go into labor on my own, I'm scheduled to see my Dr. a week from Monday, and he plans to induce that Wednesday, the 31st.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;The 31st???????? That's SIX DAYS past my due date.  &lt;br /&gt;But that's the plan.  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the Dr.'s office and the floodgates opened up.  I had a BIG FAT PITY PARTY and I'm sure I startled anyone that might have seen me in the parking lot.  I had never thought I'd have to go past my due date.  I knew it wasn't the end of the world and yet I could not stop the tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone told me "it could always be worse" and went on to name a couple of worse situations.  It was what I needed to hear because quite honestly I could not get out of my "woe is me" funk.  So, instead of focusing on the two long weeks that most likely I'll get to, I'm counting my blessings.  I have much to be grateful for, so I need to pull up my bootstraps and keep on keeping on.  Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, maybe my body will surprise me yet. ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7771629418234313056?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7771629418234313056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7771629418234313056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7771629418234313056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7771629418234313056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-blues.html' title='baby blues'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-8469474929348519670</id><published>2007-10-15T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet girl</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went out for a little while after dinner.  Since it's a school night, Rob had already put the kids to bed when I got home.  He told me that Alexis had left me a couple of notes on my desk.  The first said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Mom and Dad, Frome Alexis.&lt;br /&gt;I wont (want) to say I love you both the way you are. And I wood be sade if you wuor (were) gon. I wood miss you both. Love Alexis." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally heartwarming.  I had to go wake her up just to tell her I love her.  So sweet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-8469474929348519670?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/8469474929348519670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=8469474929348519670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8469474929348519670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/8469474929348519670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sweet-girl.html' title='my sweet girl'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-2048773362938118632</id><published>2007-10-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween's coming!</title><content type='html'>...and guess who's not ready! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've basically put it off so long because the kids have chosen pretty easy things, so it's made my life pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite trying to convince Haley to be the cutest lil' black cat you ever did see, she's informed me that she is going to be a princess and that I need to buy her some "clip clops" (high heels).  At least she's not picky about what color princess dress she'd like.  So I plan on recycling one of the old princess dresses that we've used before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis at first also wanted to be a princess, but just recently has gone on to specify that she wants to be a ballerina princess.  Not just an ordinary princess.  So I need to make her a little tutu, but again, it's not really too hard, and so I've put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little boys, gotta love them.  They are both going to be pirates.  It just doesn't get easier than that! (well ok, David really didn't have a say since he is too little to care. :D).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And little Lindsey, who had better be here by Halloween, is going to be....A NEW BORN BABY! LOL  Ok, a cop out really but hey...I really didn't plan to dress her up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all got your costumes ready?? My kids are so excited they can't wait!  This mommma better get crackin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-2048773362938118632?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/2048773362938118632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=2048773362938118632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2048773362938118632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/2048773362938118632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-coming.html' title='halloween&amp;#39;s coming!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7454414510103149234</id><published>2007-10-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vicks vaporub</title><content type='html'>I received this in an email from my friend Toni.  I decided not only to try it on my kids last night but also myself.  And it did great.  It didn't last all night, but we managed to make it to morning.  So try it out for yourself (well the next time you have a cough...I mean unless you just LOVE vicks that much. :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life strange? When we had a lecture on Essential Oils, they told us how the foot soles can absorb oils. Their example: Put garlic on your feet and within 20 minutes you can 'taste' it.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have used Vicks Vaporub for years for everything from chapped lips to sore toes and many body parts in between. But I've never heard of this. And don't laugh, it works 100% of the time although the scientists at the Canada Research council (who discovered it) aren't sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop night time coughing in a child (or adult as we found out personally), put Vicks Vaporub generously on the bottom of the feet at bedtime, then cover with socks. Even persistent, heavy, deep coughing will stop in abo ut 5 minutes and stay stopped for many, many hours of relief. Works 100% of the time and is more effective in children than even very strong prescription cough medicines. In addition it is extremely soothing and comforting and they will sleep soundly. I heard the head of the Canada Research Council describe these findings on the part of their scientists when they were investigating the effectiveness and usage of prescription cough medicines in children as compared to alternative therapies like acupressure.&lt;br /&gt;Just happened to tune in A.M.Radio and picked up this guy talking about why cough medicines in kids often do more harm than good due to the chemical makeup of these strong drugs so,I listened. It was a surprise finding and found to be more effective than prescribed medicines for children at bedtime, in addition to have a soothing and calming effect on sick children who then went on to sleep soundly. Polly tried it on herself when she had a very deep constant and persistent co ugh a few weeks ago and it worked 100%! She said that it felt like a warm blanket had enveloped her, coughing stopped in a few minutes and believe me, this was a deep, (incredibly annoying!) every few seconds uncontrollable cough, and she slept cough-free for hours every night that she used it. If you have grandchildren, pass it on. If you end up sick, try it yourself and you will be absolutely amazed by the effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7454414510103149234?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7454414510103149234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7454414510103149234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7454414510103149234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7454414510103149234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/vicks-vaporub.html' title='vicks vaporub'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-6678056840713742345</id><published>2007-10-10T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still here..still pregnant</title><content type='html'>...still VERY MUCH big fat and pregnant. :)&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for some kind of progress after last week's appointment (still closed but about 50% effaced) but there was no change at today's.  I shouldn't be surprised..it's been the same way with all 4 of my other children, so why would it be any different this time??  That would be because Erin is a sucker. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually good thing since the kids and I are all battling a nasty cold.  Not really something I'd like to pass on to a new baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho the end is "in sight", it feels like it's never going to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-6678056840713742345?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/6678056840713742345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=6678056840713742345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6678056840713742345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/6678056840713742345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-herestill-pregnant.html' title='still here..still pregnant'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-7148352688966345768</id><published>2007-10-05T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot Box</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Mikki! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What TV show have you seen every episode of?&lt;br /&gt;EVERY episode?? That would probably be Grey's Anatomy and maybe Lost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What show makes you laugh until you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, SNL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What show do you wish had not been cancelled?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I'm not sure...none that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What show do you wish WOULD be cancelled?&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with Mikki--the dumb Caveman show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your favorite TV character, either past or present?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking McDreamy but maybe that's because I just watched GA last night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm tagging Lammy, Lolly, and Toni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-7148352688966345768?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/7148352688966345768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=7148352688966345768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7148352688966345768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/7148352688966345768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/idiot-box.html' title='Idiot Box'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983428179271341471.post-23651827460942604</id><published>2007-10-01T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:06:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's October!</title><content type='html'>Finally it's here!  24 days or less (but who's counting, right?).  I 'm just happy to say that I'm having a baby THIS MONTH!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is also Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  So go get your mammies grammed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/blogstuff/breastcancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983428179271341471-23651827460942604?l=justhoweweare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/feeds/23651827460942604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983428179271341471&amp;postID=23651827460942604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/23651827460942604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983428179271341471/posts/default/23651827460942604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhoweweare.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-october.html' title='It&amp;#39;s October!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HISg37A0SY/TjgI7Go-82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/fUJL7eIYMVA/s220/pic-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/robhowe/blogstuff/th_breastcancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
