<?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-6405316473237303609</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:55:26.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Homemaker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-6589874518965558018</id><published>2010-07-19T01:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:02:43.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Half a Brain-Maybe Less</title><content type='html'>I don't know how other moms feel but I think I'm losing my mind.  Not necessarily my sanity although there is some of that but my intelligence.  I seriously cannot remember things from one second to the next.  I can barely form complete sentences.  You wouldn't believe how many times I had to retype that last sentence.  Some things I have to do don't require too much brain power...luckily.  Like dishes  or sweeping the floor.  But other things turn out to be a real challenge.  Making sure all four kids have shoes on or have eaten lunch.  I'm okay if they are all right there but if one leaves the room.... I have been known to leave the house with snacks but forget Penny's pants.  True story.  The really bad part is when I have to do things like teach in Relief Society.  I'll get half way through a thought and forget the ending.  I'm going to have to start writing my lessons out like a talk.  And heaven forbid someone should get me off track.  Luckily the sisters are patient with me.  I love Relief Society but I really think I should not be the one doing most of the talking.  Please tell me I'll get my brain back after a while and won't be working on half capacity for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-6589874518965558018?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6589874518965558018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=6589874518965558018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6589874518965558018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6589874518965558018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/living-with-half-brain-maybe-less.html' title='Living with Half a Brain-Maybe Less'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3977861088448300030</id><published>2010-06-21T01:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:51:12.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny's Photo Update</title><content type='html'>Penny and Eleanor about a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G5tq3P3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/1UNDOLZBRX4/s1600/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G5tq3P3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/1UNDOLZBRX4/s320/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110459742240626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on the frog costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G7LRvx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/B1BdjiEnvDs/s1600/Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G7LRvx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/B1BdjiEnvDs/s320/Picture+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110484869826514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such a funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G6tt73sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M6eqwBqVOWQ/s1600/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G6tt73sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M6eqwBqVOWQ/s320/Picture+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110476934995650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love this crazy hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G7xCuCWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/06MeJqRhknk/s1600/Picture+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G7xCuCWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/06MeJqRhknk/s320/Picture+325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110495007344994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago.  She's going into the nursery this month.  A year makes a lot of difference at this age doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G8cQUdQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mo5GBugeSaA/s1600/Picture+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G8cQUdQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mo5GBugeSaA/s320/Picture+342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110506607113474" 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/6405316473237303609-3977861088448300030?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3977861088448300030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3977861088448300030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3977861088448300030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3977861088448300030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/06/pennys-photo-update.html' title='Penny&apos;s Photo Update'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB8G5tq3P3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/1UNDOLZBRX4/s72-c/Picture+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-8504788870388746382</id><published>2010-06-21T00:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:59:13.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter's Photo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB79V-woiBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/D8_datCs2OU/s1600/Picture+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB79VQ48PSI/AAAAAAAAATI/WszP8BsEL_E/s1600/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB79UmKy-6I/AAAAAAAAATA/6xtDOL44PvM/s1600/Picture+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB739WHtL_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/kZXZpaHm3AY/s1600/Picture+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the face Peter is making in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB736OhqHZI/AAAAAAAAASY/wWHVMDTA2mA/s1600/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB736OhqHZI/AAAAAAAAASY/wWHVMDTA2mA/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485093975887584658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken sometime last year.  Summer of 2009?  I was trying to get some pictures of the kids for Jeff's desk.  This picture didn't make the cut mostly because I needed more people in each picture.  The pink background is his favorite blanket.  We got it when Eleanor was born and the boys have both loved it.  Peter is a very cheerful little guy and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB737MQ4cwI/AAAAAAAAASg/kWjUqhoFH54/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB737MQ4cwI/AAAAAAAAASg/kWjUqhoFH54/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485093992460219138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween.  He is supposed to be Indiana Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB7386QGA2I/AAAAAAAAASw/qQ4MjJ2sCqs/s1600/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB7386QGA2I/AAAAAAAAASw/qQ4MjJ2sCqs/s320/Picture+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485094021984813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter loves the park, any park, to distraction.  This is at the park in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB738HM9HdI/AAAAAAAAASo/nqibVKqf_Ug/s1600/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB738HM9HdI/AAAAAAAAASo/nqibVKqf_Ug/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485094008281439698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is almost 3.  He's getting so big.  He can do practically everything and is very smart and athletic.  He loves to run and jump and climb on everything just like every kid his age. His favorite book is "Are You My Mother?"  He can pretty much read the whole thing himself.  Well, not read but quote.  He has it memorized almost word for word.  It's so cute to hear him, "I did have a mother.  I know I did.  I will find my mother.  I will. I will!"  He's so emphatic on those "I will's."  We love having him in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB79VQ48PSI/AAAAAAAAATI/WszP8BsEL_E/s1600/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB79VQ48PSI/AAAAAAAAATI/WszP8BsEL_E/s320/Picture+356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485099937936719138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB739WHtL_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/kZXZpaHm3AY/s1600/Picture+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-8504788870388746382?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8504788870388746382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=8504788870388746382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8504788870388746382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8504788870388746382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/06/peters-photo-update.html' title='Peter&apos;s Photo Update'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TB736OhqHZI/AAAAAAAAASY/wWHVMDTA2mA/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-6915397538325054239</id><published>2010-06-18T17:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:56:19.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Photo Update</title><content type='html'>Sam on the first day of school.  This must be after school because he has that sticker on.  He did very well in first grade.  But we knew he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz55MK1vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xcxaKTXe54c/s1600/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz55MK1vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xcxaKTXe54c/s320/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484245147183666930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam took karate for a couple of months.  He tested for and received two stripes on his belt so far.  Yellow and orange.  He may or may not do some more karate.  He's interested in trying gymnastics out as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz8B1FtLI/AAAAAAAAARo/dz9NxkcQLgQ/s1600/Picture+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz8B1FtLI/AAAAAAAAARo/dz9NxkcQLgQ/s320/Picture+385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484245183862518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid in the middle is Jadon.  He lives next door.  He and Sam play together a lot which is great.  Plus, Penny loves him.  He's always picking her up and carrying her around.  Sam and Jadon ride bikes and tie things up and sometimes they even play with Eleanor.  I'm glad there are a few kids in the neighborhood to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz7W3-6oI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ykp6LyQeTWg/s1600/Picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz7W3-6oI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ykp6LyQeTWg/s320/Picture+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484245172331932290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was a Jedi for Halloween.  Sam enjoys all things Star Wars.  (I made the black robe and Jeff made the lightsaber.  We're awesome.  We're not very good with Halloween costumes so this was a big deal for us even though it is very simple. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz6y-h8eI/AAAAAAAAARY/JQuRRF2981Q/s1600/Picture+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz6y-h8eI/AAAAAAAAARY/JQuRRF2981Q/s320/Picture+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484245162695717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Sam at the zoo today.  If he was smiling bigger you might be able to see where he's lost a tooth.  His second.  No, third.  He'll be seven years old in about 2 months.  He's been a very good helper so far this summer.  He's enjoying swimming lessons and has already completed the summer reading program.  Way to go, Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz9OPZ2zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9hQ8j2GIlIA/s1600/Picture+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz9OPZ2zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9hQ8j2GIlIA/s320/Picture+399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484245204373986098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz55MK1vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xcxaKTXe54c/s1600/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-6915397538325054239?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6915397538325054239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=6915397538325054239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6915397538325054239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6915397538325054239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/06/sams-photo-update.html' title='Sam&apos;s Photo Update'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvz55MK1vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xcxaKTXe54c/s72-c/Picture+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3001287805704253836</id><published>2010-06-18T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:06:17.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor's Photo Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy year for Eleanor.  She started preschool in the fall.  She was a role model in a class of autistic kids.  She did very well.  Unfortunately, it only lasted until Christmas.  So then we found some other things to do.  Here she is on the first day of school.  Oooh, she's sooo little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq8Iz9bhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TnC3C1e3qLw/s1600/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq8Iz9bhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TnC3C1e3qLw/s320/Picture+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484235290132180498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture we used to make the job chart.  She's such a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq9P_vZfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/er0ahBJMWho/s1600/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq9P_vZfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/er0ahBJMWho/s320/Picture+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484235309240509938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor has fun being a big sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq9_GbErI/AAAAAAAAARA/Jz4KTuuR6gA/s1600/Picture+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq9_GbErI/AAAAAAAAARA/Jz4KTuuR6gA/s320/Picture+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484235321885004466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoys posing for the camera.  Luckily she is very photogenic.  She's looking forward to starting kindergarten in the fall.  In just four more weeks she will be five.  I can't believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq-xelNUI/AAAAAAAAARI/W5iHbbajymk/s1600/Picture+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq-xelNUI/AAAAAAAAARI/W5iHbbajymk/s320/Picture+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484235335408104770" 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/6405316473237303609-3001287805704253836?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3001287805704253836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3001287805704253836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3001287805704253836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3001287805704253836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/06/eleanors-photo-update.html' title='Eleanor&apos;s Photo Update'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/TBvq8Iz9bhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TnC3C1e3qLw/s72-c/Picture+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-2876484507086232953</id><published>2010-06-06T00:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:32:58.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All the Butterfinger BB's Gone?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a little complaint.  I went to the store the other day for candy.  Specifically Butterfinger BB's. Those things are awesome and I really needed some chocolate therapy.  They were nowhere to be found.  I was a little upset.  I hope that the lack of Butterfinger BB's was an error or a locale thing and that they have not been discontinued.  Sometimes it seems like all the things I like are discontinued.  Okay, so far just Edy's Toffee Crunch ice cream and possibly Butterfinger BB's but these are the things that need to last.  They are therapy people!  Why would you discontinue the best flavor of ice cream on the planet?!  I even checked out the Edy's website just to see and it was nowhere to be found.  Man, I miss that ice cream.  On the plus side there is no reason to cheat on my diet...if I were on a diet.  I guess now I need to google Butterfinger BB's and see what happened to them.  I think I'll do that now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-2876484507086232953?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2876484507086232953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=2876484507086232953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2876484507086232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2876484507086232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-have-all-butterfinger-bbs-gone.html' title='Where Have All the Butterfinger BB&apos;s Gone?'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7355380279469354198</id><published>2009-07-29T01:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:23:44.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood is Sometimes Not Great</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was talking to a friend about motherhood.  One thing about motherhood is that you don't realize how horrible it is until it's too late.  But I think horrible maybe isn't the right word.  Maybe difficult is a better word.  This is the hardest job I've ever had.  Don't get me wrong I love it.  My kids are awesome.  They are fun and smart and interesting but that doesn't make this job a piece of cake.  Right now they are so little it's more physically taxing than anything else.  I don't get much sleep first of all.  Sometimes staying up late is the only quiet time I get and when I want to go to bed early no one else will cooperate.  I can only read about 1 and a half books to my kids before I'm falling asleep.  However, my children are very patient and they just nudge me or call my name until we finish the book.  Luckily, the rewards of parenting are enough to overshadow the other stuff.  It doesn't seem like they would be when you look at the list.  What do we have?  Satisfaction, fulfillment, happiness, laughter, learning. They are so intangible.  The negatives can really pile up if you let them.  No sleep, never going to the bathroom alone or eating your own food, sharing the computer or xbox, neverending dishes and laundry. None of my pencils have erasers. Then there's the really bad stuff like finding out your child has a birth defect or some other serious problem.  But you just have to let some stuff go and remember that someday they will be teenagers and it will be even worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Eleanor played together so well on Sunday. For hours. I loved it.  Peter is saying new stuff every day.  On Sunday he wanted to look at the Sacrament book (it has pictures of Jesus).  So all during the Sacrament prayer he was yelling, "I want Jesus. I want Jesus. Hey, give my Jesus!"  It was so funny.  Not very reverent but funny.  Penny does the commando crawl and can go almost anywhere.  She's also been making a new face where she pushes her teeth together and pushes out her lips.  I'll have to take a picture.  Actually she doesn't have top teeth so it's just her bottom teeth and gums that go together but she might be getting a top tooth.  It seems like it's been pretending to come in for a while now. Somehow all these things make the lack of sleep and fights over chores seem insignificant. These little children that are in my care, that I have stewardship over are such wonderful little people.  I'm so glad they are in my family.  So, even though some days are unbelievably challenging and, dare I say it, horrible, they are somehow wonderful at the same time.  I think it's one of the mysteries of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7355380279469354198?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7355380279469354198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7355380279469354198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7355380279469354198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7355380279469354198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/motherhood-is-sometimes-not-great.html' title='Motherhood is Sometimes Not Great'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7428141647281602534</id><published>2009-06-20T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:03:12.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post Doesn't Exist</title><content type='html'>Sam has been doing this...thing...lately where he insists that stuff doesn't exist.  He thinks that times like 12:12 and 11:11 don't exist and when they come up he always groans, "Oh no! Not 12:12!"  The other day we were teasing the kids about getting moldy bread for a bedtime snack and apparently they didn't know what moldy bread is because Sam told us moldy bread doesn't exist while Eleanor started insisting that she wanted moldy bread for her snack.  Don't worry they didn't get any moldy bread.  We were all out.  Plus, it doesn't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7428141647281602534?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7428141647281602534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7428141647281602534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7428141647281602534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7428141647281602534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-doesnt-exist.html' title='This Post Doesn&apos;t Exist'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-4448052672790779552</id><published>2009-06-20T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:24:47.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No to Housework</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I ought to do more housework than I do.  However, recent events have lead me to reevaluate.  My housework seems to be cursed.  It may be cursed for all parents of small children, I'm not sure, however it certainly is cursed for me.  Whenever I find the time to do a little work like the dishes or folding the clothes or making the beds something happens.  The most recent incident was during the dishes.  I'm nearly done with the dishes when Sam calls me downstairs because Peter is getting into trouble.  What do I find?  Eleanor styling Penny's hair with Orajel.  Other incidents include Peter drinking the sugar and Eleanor lotioning up with body wash.  Isn't it fun how kids find work for you to do while you are working?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-4448052672790779552?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4448052672790779552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=4448052672790779552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4448052672790779552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4448052672790779552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-no-to-housework.html' title='Say No to Housework'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-5042585669859994021</id><published>2009-05-24T03:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:09:45.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Sings</title><content type='html'>This was so cute I have to share it.  I was driving somewhere and Eleanor was with me. She was singing the ABC song and making up her own words.  Suddenly she yells, "Spanish!"  and starts singing in "Spanish."  I think there was even one real Spanish word in there.  Then she yelled, "Family!"  and started singing all the names in the family.  She included "mom" and "Suzie" and even Evelyn (my brother Ben's oldest for any who don't know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-5042585669859994021?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5042585669859994021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=5042585669859994021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5042585669859994021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5042585669859994021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/eleanor-sings.html' title='Eleanor Sings'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-2153507562106922152</id><published>2009-05-24T02:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:53:25.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I've Learned from My Children:  #1 Embarrassment is No Longer a Feeling It's a Way of Life.</title><content type='html'>I always wondered what was up with parents.  Why aren't they embarrassed by anything? They can do the dorkiest stuff and not care at all.  Now I know why.  Children.  They root that embarrassment stuff right out of you.  They teach you how to suck it up. Of course, then they grow up and are embarrassed for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved the library.  One of the first things Jeff and I did when we moved here was to get library cards.  Well, when I first started bringing the kids to the library...it was kind of a disaster.  They didn't tear any books or scream their heads off (although that's been known to happen since then) but it was kind of embarrassing for me.  Our main branch has a stage kind of area where they do nursery rhyme time with the kids.  Well, the steps are hollow and when kids run on them the people in the conference room and offices next door can hear it quite well.  So of course every time we went to the library the kids would run on the steps and we would get in trouble. (What are these people thinking putting the Children's Room next to the conference room?  I know it's a library but, hello, it's the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Children's Room&lt;/span&gt;.) It was seven or eight trips to the library before the kids finally figured out that they needed to walk quietly on the steps or not at all.  It was embarrassing to me to get scolded by the librarian &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time we went to the library.  Then while I was trying to help one child be quiet the other would go running out of the room and try to get on the elevator.  Also, I forgot to mention, Sam was getting potty trained.  I think he only had one accident at the library but that was enough.  Surprisingly, they had nothing to clean with and had to call someone up to the Children's Room.  You would think they would have a bottle of carpet cleaner behind the desk or something.  Again, it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the Children's Room.  Despite all of this we continued to go to the library.  What was I going to do?  Not go?  Don't be ridiculous.  Sam and Eleanor are usually pretty good now but Peter is still learning how to behave in the library. Luckily I no longer care what anyone thinks of us.  We are doing our best and that's what matters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      On our way in to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/Shj7AgQo_UI/AAAAAAAAANA/fOlDJvJ0pRo/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/Shj7AgQo_UI/AAAAAAAAANA/fOlDJvJ0pRo/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339293344326024514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Peter using the computer in the Children's Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/Shj7AKrr5CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/I3g0AoRagU0/s1600-h/Peter+on+the+Computer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/Shj7AKrr5CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/I3g0AoRagU0/s320/Peter+on+the+Computer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339293338533880866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-2153507562106922152?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2153507562106922152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=2153507562106922152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2153507562106922152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2153507562106922152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-always-wondered-what-was-up-with.html' title='Lessons I&apos;ve Learned from My Children:  #1 Embarrassment is No Longer a Feeling It&apos;s a Way of Life.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/Shj7AgQo_UI/AAAAAAAAANA/fOlDJvJ0pRo/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-6543669105983021893</id><published>2009-03-29T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:19:39.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny is 3 months old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHQaaNBoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CXRaXFruhMY/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHQaaNBoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CXRaXFruhMY/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318829507217262210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHP0dZZiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KIMrchOeDbg/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHP0dZZiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KIMrchOeDbg/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318829497030108706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHPt8MFRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i6ADvZZq1GA/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHPt8MFRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i6ADvZZq1GA/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318829495280211218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHPeFQ5yI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YR6R8f5ozJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHPeFQ5yI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YR6R8f5ozJ4/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318829491023308578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHQr4yUxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xeZch63zBQc/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHQr4yUxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xeZch63zBQc/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318829511908938514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-6543669105983021893?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6543669105983021893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=6543669105983021893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6543669105983021893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6543669105983021893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/penny-is-3-months-old-today.html' title='Penny is 3 months old today!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SdBHQaaNBoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CXRaXFruhMY/s72-c/IMG_0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-5258629235845294725</id><published>2009-03-21T23:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:23:24.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Year-Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/ScXHakVpaTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TpBw_6VfGc/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/ScXHakVpaTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TpBw_6VfGc/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874194425735474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-year-olds are stubborn, opinionated, bossy, independent, precocious, intelligent, curious, affectionate, imaginative, and fun.  I have a three-year-old.  She's very good at it.  She can keep up a good cry continuously.  She says, "I'm not bossy!  Now, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come on&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"  Eleanor can do many things for herself most of the time.  Every once in a while though..."Mom, I can't go downstairs it's dark down there."  This most recent bout with fear of the dark went like this...Eleanor couldn't go downstairs because it was dark.  So, I went to help her only to discover that the light for the stairs was on (which means it's not dark where the light switches are to the downstairs living room) and when I went downstairs the lights in the living room &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;were already on&lt;/span&gt;--just not by the computer.  It was totally light down there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor loves to play family.  She is the mom and Aunt Sarah is the daughter.  However, Eleanor is not just any mom and she's not herself grown up.  She's me.  She makes everyone call her "Suzie" and we have to call Sarah "Eleanor." She insists.  This is very confusing for me.  I keep hearing my name but when I respond I find no one was talking to me.  Except Sam.  He refuses to call Eleanor "Suzie."  He will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three-year-old is very loving and affectionate.  She loves to hug and kiss everyone...except Peter.  He tries to give her a hug and kiss good night and she runs away.  With everyone else however it's kisses galore.  She's practically making out with us all the time.  It's sweet and annoying.  We try to help her keep her affectionate nature within the bounds of propriety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many funny stories to tell about Eleanor but I have to wrap this up because my three-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;-old is crying her head off.  And I still have plenty of work to do to get ready for Sunday.  Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/ScXKN72E8bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WYwgPZE4380/s1600-h/I+dress+myself.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/ScXKN72E8bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WYwgPZE4380/s320/I+dress+myself.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315877275932357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-5258629235845294725?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5258629235845294725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=5258629235845294725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5258629235845294725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5258629235845294725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-year-olds.html' title='Three-Year-Olds'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/ScXHakVpaTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TpBw_6VfGc/s72-c/IMG_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7858888398080674801</id><published>2009-02-06T02:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:05:24.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bjBFdiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_plsDRf5JCw/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bjBFdiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_plsDRf5JCw/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604737694725666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is at a great stage too.  He is starting to learn actual words.  He always talked quite a bit but all nonsense.  Now he says 'mommy' for just about everything but he's starting to learn a few other words (gotcha and daddy so far).  He mostly does sounds.  He is a fantastic growler.  He knows what cows say but it sounds more like 'beeee' than 'mooo'.  I don't know what that's about but it's cute.  He also does 'uh uh' and 'mmmm'.  He's very independent but it mostly gets him into trouble right now.  He tries to get drinks from the water dispenser on the fridge and almost always gets soaked.  He can fill up the cup but when he tries to bring it back down he tips it and gets all wet...or he tries to fill up something that has a lid on it.  He's smart but he is only 1 and a 1/2. Peter does a lot of screaming.  Mostly to be silly.  He and the other kids will run up and down the hall and scream.  He also loves books.  He brings us books all the time to look at with him.  He doesn't have the patience to sit through an actual story however so we usually read one sentence or less and then turn the page.  Jeff and I are pretty bored with his favorite books but we don't want to discourage him so we read them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bSH_DkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bn6Yqw9e87k/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bSH_DkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bn6Yqw9e87k/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604733160263234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bAqkMTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-r18wJ2Oiis/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bAqkMTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-r18wJ2Oiis/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604728473465138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7858888398080674801?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7858888398080674801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7858888398080674801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7858888398080674801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7858888398080674801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/stages-2.html' title='Stages 2'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYv6bjBFdiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_plsDRf5JCw/s72-c/IMG_0461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3542697399223625168</id><published>2009-02-03T00:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:32:02.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfkb0W3xxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PHq_wlsd2Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfkb0W3xxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PHq_wlsd2Bc/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298454653186852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the stage that Penny is at.  You know, the one where she can't do anything.  I don't have to worry that she'll fall off the bed or down the stairs or stick her finger in an outlet.  Not like the other kids.  (Although, I do have to protect her from being carried around upside down by Peter--true story.)  Actually, I love all the baby stages.  When they can roll over onto their stomach and they are so proud of themselves and they do it over and over again.  Only you have to keep coming and turning them back over because they get stuck on their stomach with their face in the floor and then they cry.  But this beginning stage is so cute.  Penny is like a little sack of potatoes only not so lumpy.  She's also like a bobble head.  She likes to try to lift her head and look around but her head is wobbling all over the place.  I try to support her head but it's hard when she's so determined to look around and it is bobbling around so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-3542697399223625168?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3542697399223625168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3542697399223625168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3542697399223625168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3542697399223625168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/stages.html' title='Stages'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfkb0W3xxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PHq_wlsd2Bc/s72-c/IMG_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-4391542056031713616</id><published>2009-02-01T00:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:15:15.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Month Birthday, Penny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfc2g3ywYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kqgrGQN4x8s/s1600-h/IMG_0532%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfc2g3ywYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kqgrGQN4x8s/s320/IMG_0532%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298446315719672194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny just passed her one month birthday on Thursday.  She stayed awake most of the day and has been staying awake during the day ever since.  She slept all day for her first month and her awake time was usually around 2 or 3 am to 7 or 8 am.  It's so funny how abrupt the change was.  She already looks different.  She's bigger and more alert.  I think she's even about to grow out of something.  Sometimes it seems sad how fast they grow up but I am not going to miss this last month--what I can remember of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfc2Fn15eI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zqC6pjbs9ag/s1600-h/IMG_0518%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfc2Fn15eI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zqC6pjbs9ag/s320/IMG_0518%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298446308405011938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYffYSjqoFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EcOhYzhe3OY/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYffYSjqoFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EcOhYzhe3OY/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449095015964754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-4391542056031713616?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4391542056031713616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=4391542056031713616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4391542056031713616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4391542056031713616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-one-month-birthday-penny.html' title='Happy One Month Birthday, Penny!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SYfc2g3ywYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kqgrGQN4x8s/s72-c/IMG_0532%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3031280492255600615</id><published>2009-01-31T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:11:31.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Book Review</title><content type='html'>So, I read this really terrible book recently.  It was really bad.  As in stupid.  But I read the whole thing.  Maybe I shouldn't admit that.  But I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to find out what happened to the one nice girl.  The book was called "Dangerous Kiss" by Jackie Collins.  First of all there was no dangerous kiss.  There was a little kissing but nothing that would elicit such a title.  Secondly, all the characters were beautiful people.  Jackie Collins describes everyone in the most glowing and complimentary terms...even the ugly people were paragons of beauty.  The book is about rich, powerful, famous people in Hollywood so of course there are a lot of good looking people but come on.  Thirdly, almost everyone is bad.  Actually, a lot of them are currently happily (and faithfully) married but had plenty of "fun" with drugs, sex, and rock'n'roll, or whatever, before.  The main character is this beautiful (of course), powerful, independent woman.  She and her husband are supposedly happily married and deeply in love but she makes a life changing decision without him and he is understandably upset and she yells at him for trying to control her.  She slept with her best friend because she thought her husband was dead and then when he came back-alive-she didn't confess because she thought he was dead so it's okay, right?  Which takes us to number four: ridiculous plot lines.  The nice girl in the book decides to get revenge on a guy (date rape) and he manages to knock her out, kidnap her, get her hooked on heroin and marry her.  He does all of this because she is going to inherit a huge fortune when she turns 35.  The point of all of this is don't read Jackie Collins books.  They are stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-3031280492255600615?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3031280492255600615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3031280492255600615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3031280492255600615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3031280492255600615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-book-review.html' title='Bad Book Review'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-2089386675803120949</id><published>2009-01-23T11:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:10:13.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Baby</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that the baby is 3 1/2 weeks old I can post some pictures.  Hopefully I won't fall asleep while I'm working on this.  I fall asleep almost every time I sit down.  It makes it hard to read a whole story to the kids.  Okay here are some pictures of Penny.  Most of them were taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDLzM87HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EtVSS4a655E/s1600-h/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDLzM87HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EtVSS4a655E/s320/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547813185416306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is weird because she looks like a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDLmDIEbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gvAfGtOXxn0/s1600-h/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDLmDIEbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gvAfGtOXxn0/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547809654542770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9yB_H9oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mozo64-TV0s/s1600-h/IMG_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9yB_H9oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mozo64-TV0s/s320/IMG_0455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541872919213698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9xSsFeJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q-uwWWWJWu0/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9xSsFeJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q-uwWWWJWu0/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541860222892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDMKAzfHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AuTAavkwk4w/s1600-h/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDMKAzfHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AuTAavkwk4w/s320/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547819308481650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9xV9_OkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YbkV6QQDgHo/s1600-h/IMG_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9xV9_OkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YbkV6QQDgHo/s320/IMG_0480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541861103286850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoHC-NB19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RL0pVonR6gY/s1600-h/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoHC-NB19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RL0pVonR6gY/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294552059566217170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9wTxuqKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KJffND91OME/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXn9wTxuqKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KJffND91OME/s320/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541843335129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-2089386675803120949?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2089386675803120949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=2089386675803120949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2089386675803120949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2089386675803120949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-of-baby.html' title='Pictures of Baby'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SXoDLzM87HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EtVSS4a655E/s72-c/IMG_0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-6845060419503229875</id><published>2008-12-30T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:33:43.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!</title><content type='html'>Well, we are now 6.  Penelope Jane Harrison was born on December 29th at 7:35 am.  She was 2 weeks early (scheduled induction) but still managed to be 8 lbs and 20 inches long.  I can't imagine how big she would have been if we had waited 2 more weeks!  The doctor thought it would be better to have her a little early so we could avoid shoulder dystotia (sp?) which is when the babies shoulder gets stuck under the pubic bone and the baby can break her collar bone or have permanent nerve damage.  We didn't want that so I had an amniocentesis on Tuesday to make sure her lungs were developed enough and they were fine so we went in on Sunday evening and she was born Monday morning.  Luckily she was a girl because that the only name we had and that wasn't even set.  Eleanor calls her Penny-Dora.  She wanted us to name her Dora if she was a girl and Boots if the baby was a boy.  Sarah got her to agree to only name the baby Boots if it was monkey so that was good.  We are thrilled to have her in our family and now I have to go take care of her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be added soon.  To see pictures now go to Janis' blog.  You'll find the link on the side bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-6845060419503229875?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6845060419503229875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=6845060419503229875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6845060419503229875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6845060419503229875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7744752919313935970</id><published>2008-08-29T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:20:05.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VP</title><content type='html'>I was thinking recently that John McCain can't possibly win this election...unless, maybe, he chooses a woman for his running mate. I know a lot of people say that it's just a trick to pull in the female vote, trying to get the Hillary supporters that haven't decided to support Obama yet. But, I don't care. I think it's brilliant. I haven't really decided who to vote for yet but this makes McCain's position a little stronger for me. Besides, even if he is just trying to get more votes it's not like he can change his mind once he's president. If he wins she's the vice president and that's that. And I think the argument that she, or Obama for that matter, doesn't have enough experience is a weak one at best. Often a 'lack of experience' means a person can look at problems from different angles that people with a lot of experience can't or don't because that's 'not the way it's done.' Oooh, and I think I'm one of these 'swing voters' that I keep hearing about on the radio. I could go either way, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just read this book, "Three Cups of Tea" by Greg Mortenson and some other guy...Oliver Relin...about a guy (Greg Mortenson) who builds schools in Pakistan. It's really good. I totally recommend it. But the point is that it's made me think about the Middle East and how each candidate plans to handle humanitarian aid and post war (or mid-war, whatever) relief for the people in that region. I care about their positions on the war itself but...this may be more important. Anyway, it's a good book and it makes you think. I told Sam the story a little and he thought it was interesting and it gave me a good way to explain about how there are good people all over the world and not all Muslims are terrorists and how important education is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7744752919313935970?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7744752919313935970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7744752919313935970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7744752919313935970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7744752919313935970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/vp.html' title='VP'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-6376311674237026158</id><published>2008-08-25T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:25:18.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>Oh, I don't even know where to start.  Sam's girlfriend broke up with him.  Yeah, his girlfriend.  A couple of days ago I picked Sam up from school and Kathy, a little girl in his class, told him goodbye and ran off.  Then he told me she was his girlfriend.  I didn't know if he meant girlfriend girlfriend or a friend that is a girl although he has lots of friends that are girls and doesn't call them girlfriends.  Anyway, the next day he said they were in love.  Then today he told me they broke up.  I asked him if he was okay or if he was sad and he said a little sad but he doesn't seem all that broken up about it.  He said they were still friends which is good.  I told him no more girlfriends until he's 16.  I didn't realize that I'd have to talk to my 5 year old about dating.  I figured I could wait until, like, 4th grade or something.  Jeff and I had no idea what to say when he said he had a girlfriend.  So, I guess I'm relieved that they broke up (hilarious) so I could tell him some of the rules of dating...ie, No Dating!  Luckily his first heartbreak hasn't seemed to rough.  He's playing puzzle challenge with Eleanor right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SLM_LVYyIqI/AAAAAAAAADA/zj-ODTb4qcA/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SLM_LVYyIqI/AAAAAAAAADA/zj-ODTb4qcA/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238600255514223266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-6376311674237026158?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6376311674237026158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=6376311674237026158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6376311674237026158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/6376311674237026158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SLM_LVYyIqI/AAAAAAAAADA/zj-ODTb4qcA/s72-c/IMG_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-8840455769029686453</id><published>2008-08-22T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:22:02.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about Sam</title><content type='html'>Well, school has been in session for 9 days now and I think a little of the glamour has worn off.  Sam loves school and he's doing great, but he no longer pops out of bed and into his clothes.  Yesterday I had to tell him to get his pants on 9 times.  His reply? "Oh, I forgot." He found a different toy to play with in between each article of clothing.  Then he still had to eat breakfast.  All of you with kids know what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam received a compliment from his teacher the other day.  She said everyone likes him and he's the best behaved and most academically advanced kid in the class.  We're very proud of him.  I was pleased by this comment because I felt like he was ready for school but now it's been confirmed by his teacher.  Lest you think he's too perfect he does hold his pencil wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny story about Sam being naughty.  First of all he loves Indiana Jones.  He sings the theme music all the time.  He even chooses it for his family home evening song.  Anyway, he was in trouble for not helping and was supposed to be in his room.  He came downstairs and stood at the bottom of the stairs so I asked him if he was ready to help.  He said no so I told him to go back to his room.  He said no to that too.  So, I counted to five and when I stood up to get him he shot up the stairs singing, "dun da dun dun, dun da dah, dun da dun dun..." (Indiana Jones theme music) and raced to his room.  It was hilarious.  I guess he needed a little excitement in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-8840455769029686453?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8840455769029686453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=8840455769029686453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8840455769029686453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8840455769029686453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-about-sam.html' title='A little about Sam'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7828035673117035698</id><published>2008-08-14T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:27:08.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School...Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKToyFLxzTI/AAAAAAAAABY/0_Rtk0WZE_A/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234564613994040626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKToyFLxzTI/AAAAAAAAABY/0_Rtk0WZE_A/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKToz0r9w9I/AAAAAAAAABg/9lkkhGTTk5o/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234564643925378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKToz0r9w9I/AAAAAAAAABg/9lkkhGTTk5o/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready in 15 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess Sam went to preschool last year but this is kindergarden. It's &lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt; school. I was a little concerned that Sam would have a hard time getting up on Tuesday morning for his first day. Ever since our vacation we've been on Oregon time so getting up at 6:30 am instead of 8:30 or 9 or later...I didn't think he's handle it very well. However, at 6:30 when I woke him up he hopped right out of bed, got dressed, had breakfast and was ready to go. It was great. Well, Sam was great. Eleanor and Peter were a different story. Peter had gone to bed fairly early and then he woke up at 3 am and wouldn't go back to sleep. And Eleanor got up too. They passed out around 6 am. I was hoping they would stay awake until after we took Sam to school and then we could all sleep but no such luck. We managed to get Sam to school on time though and he had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTo0FLeWAI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJjiXFs4O0U/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234564648352503810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTo0FLeWAI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJjiXFs4O0U/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eleanor, are you ready to take Sam to school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7828035673117035698?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7828035673117035698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7828035673117035698' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7828035673117035698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7828035673117035698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='First Day of School...Ever'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKToyFLxzTI/AAAAAAAAABY/0_Rtk0WZE_A/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-979398884759123596</id><published>2008-08-14T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:14:09.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sam is five today! I can't believe it. It was also his second day of school. So he's had a big week. We had a little family party today and he'll have another party on Saturday with some friends. We made a pinata for Saturday. Sam and Eleanor are very excited about the pinata. We were planning to play outside in the sprinkler for his party but it looks like the weather will be bad so we'll have to have to plan some backup indoor activities. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Sam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmHSeHiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MJxbHevyDyI/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561679802993314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmHSeHiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MJxbHevyDyI/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmHmXaMpI/AAAAAAAAABA/3pGWC-lXw8U/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561685143564946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmHmXaMpI/AAAAAAAAABA/3pGWC-lXw8U/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmIOlTzCI/AAAAAAAAABI/aXt6b82Slaw/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561695939284002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmIOlTzCI/AAAAAAAAABI/aXt6b82Slaw/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmIbFqxrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZlvtaqgDN-c/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561699296233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmIbFqxrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZlvtaqgDN-c/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-979398884759123596?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/979398884759123596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=979398884759123596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/979398884759123596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/979398884759123596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/sams-birthday.html' title='Sam&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKTmHSeHiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MJxbHevyDyI/s72-c/IMG_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-2041929042772408633</id><published>2008-08-11T20:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:28:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eleanor and Peter both had their birthdays in July so it is high time I post some photos to recognize their accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleanor's birthday was Pink Day. She started the day in an all pink ensemble--two pink shirts and some crazy pink pants. Then we ended the day with a pink cake with pink frosting decorated with pink fruit snacks and pink ice cream. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDqX8pviUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CYfQXyPAB2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233440464143616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDqX8pviUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CYfQXyPAB2Q/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233440789949307266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDqq6X32YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JT5GAl9D7wQ/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDqX8pviUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CYfQXyPAB2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.blogger.com/" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter learned to walk and go down the stairs all by himself just before his birthday. We are very proud of him. He is very confident on the stairs and getting steadier on his feet every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDto8N7QeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/puoF_R3Di2A/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233444054619603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDto8N7QeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/puoF_R3Di2A/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDtpXdvO6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/fl80G3rI4Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233444061933681570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDtpXdvO6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/fl80G3rI4Ug/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDtpjt2LvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jtg-cEnsZFE/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233444065222471410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDtpjt2LvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jtg-cEnsZFE/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" 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/6405316473237303609-2041929042772408633?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2041929042772408633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=2041929042772408633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2041929042772408633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/2041929042772408633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/july-birthdays.html' title='July Birthdays'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5PtzrMTCGk/SKDqX8pviUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CYfQXyPAB2Q/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3125829749998120851</id><published>2008-04-30T18:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:09:02.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was working at Intel. I can't remember exactly when I moved in with my grandparents so I was either living in the Marriott's garage (it was converted into an apartment) or living with my mom's parents. That was a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list&lt;br /&gt;1) dishes&lt;br /&gt;2) Relief Society meeting&lt;br /&gt;3) get a babysitter for our anniversary date&lt;br /&gt;4) check out the next book for our book club&lt;br /&gt;5) sort through the stacks of paper piling up all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1) watching tv on the internet late at night&lt;br /&gt;2) picking my nose&lt;br /&gt;3) leaving the dishes (and other clutter) for later (actually I'm leaving the dishes for Jeff as a test but he hasn't passed the test&lt;em&gt; yet!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've lived: Provo then Springville, UT, Tacoma, WA, Lacey, WA, Provo again, Wichita, KS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do if I became a millionaire: buy my dreamhouse and hire a housekeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've had: scorekeeper for the girls basketball team, Wendy's, manufacturing tech at Intel, several custodial jobs, Provo Rec. Center, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may not know about me: I've gotten pulled over like 10 times. But I didn't get a ticket all those times, whew! I think snakes are cool. I don't care for Anne of Green Gables and &lt;em&gt;I'm not the only one&lt;/em&gt;. I crocheted 11 hats in the last 3 weeks for our ward service project. Okay, that's enought for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone. I hope that's okay. No one said that if you break the chain bad luck will follow you for the next seven years or whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-3125829749998120851?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3125829749998120851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3125829749998120851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3125829749998120851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3125829749998120851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-8779404703833957548</id><published>2008-04-19T00:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:23:32.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm hmmm...</title><content type='html'>So, every once in a while we have to drive up to Kansas City for various things.  On the drive up there is this billboard that says, "Accept Jesus Christ something something (as your Savior or something like that)--&lt;em&gt;or regret it forever!"  &lt;/em&gt;I always get a kick out of this.  It's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; WEIRD!  It may be true but it sounds so threatening.  I try to imagine other peoples reactions to this sign.  I always chuckle and shake my head so there must be other people who do that too.  There's bound to be people who are offended or riled by it.  But, is there anyone who drives by and sees &lt;em&gt;"or regret it forever!"  &lt;/em&gt;and thinks, "oh no!  I better straighten up and fly right!"  Has that billboard changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyones&lt;/span&gt; life?   I guess it's possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-8779404703833957548?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8779404703833957548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=8779404703833957548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8779404703833957548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/8779404703833957548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/04/umm-hmmm.html' title='Umm hmmm...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-5790218097468353069</id><published>2008-04-16T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:32:06.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been tagged by Amanda.  Jeff had to tell me.  It's been so long since I've done anything on the computer besides check my email and help the kids find nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's the rules of the game:  1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;                        2. Turn to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;                        3. Find the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; sentence&lt;br /&gt;                        4. Post the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; sentence on your blog &lt;br /&gt;                        5. Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest book to me is...the phone book!  The 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; entry on page 123 is "McDowell Chartered, 940 N Main St Wichita (8, H1)...........2690746"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if this company &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;googles&lt;/span&gt; itself will my blog be in the search results?  I'm actually between books right now, which feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;.  Except the Book of Mormon of course but Amanda already told us what that says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Angi&lt;/span&gt;, Brenda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MaryAnn&lt;/span&gt;, and...um...that's all for now.  Okay, you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-5790218097468353069?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5790218097468353069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=5790218097468353069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5790218097468353069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/5790218097468353069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-4625215616160001771</id><published>2008-01-21T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:18:28.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>? for President</title><content type='html'>So, I've been hearing all of this stuff about the caucuses on NPR (and from Heidi who got to caucus this year in Iowa) and who different people, or organizations, are backing and it makes me feel like I better get behind someone quick.  Then I remember that I'm not in a caucus state and I don't need to choose until November.  By then all but two candidates will be gone and my decision will be much easier...hopefully.  You know, when this presidential race started last year I thought that the democrats have it, easy.  President Bush's ratings are so low right now that there is no way the republicans are going to win this next election.  Actually, that's why this election is such a good one for choosing a woman or a black man as their candidate.  But now I think it really depends on who their candidate is.  I'm an independent so I could vote either way.  Last election my vote was certainly swayed by the poor choice that the democrats made in John Kerry.  I thought that guy was creepy.  Now I hear he's supporting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; which, sadly for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, brings him down quite a bit in my view.  Anyway, the point is that I don't know who to support and I'm afraid that once I choose he or she will drop out of the race and I'll have to choose someone else.   It's happened before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-4625215616160001771?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4625215616160001771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=4625215616160001771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4625215616160001771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/4625215616160001771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-president.html' title='? for President'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7683800496477522274</id><published>2008-01-09T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:53:45.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter only woke up once last night.</title><content type='html'>Peter was born on July 23rd.  I remember that when Eleanor was born it took about four months for things to even out.  That's when I finally decided I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;like having two children.  So, I figured it would be about the same for Peter.  I thought things ought to be back to normal by about Christmas.  It has actually taken about five months this time.  Maybe that is because of Christmas and all of the holiday craziness, but I am just now starting to get my life back together.  All of the dishes from Thanksgiving have finally been done.  There are still piles of laundry all over the house but it is all clean laundry.  I hope I'm not saying any of this too early but, I'm finally starting to feel like I'm not going crazy any second.  So here it is January 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I'm blogging instead of doing chores but everyone is dressed and we've had both breakfast and lunch and the baby is down for a nap and I already folded some clothes and ran some errands.  Whew.  I think I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7683800496477522274?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7683800496477522274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7683800496477522274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7683800496477522274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7683800496477522274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/peter-only-woke-up-once-last-night.html' title='Peter only woke up once last night.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-7252200400312631375</id><published>2008-01-07T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:07:20.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is.  2008.  So far all of my resolutions are the same as last year so I kind of feel like I haven't made any resolutions at all.  Which is kind of nice.  No pressure.  But it just doesn't seem right to start a year with no resolutions.  I have a friend whose resolution one year was to improve her posture, to sit up straight.  That may sound silly at first, but I think it's a good one.  And it's hard to do!  Maybe my resolution will be to do the dishes right after a meal.  I never feel like doing the dishes then but...I never feel like doing the dishes.  If I only did what I felt like I'd spend all my time at the library and my children would be unwashed heathens.  Oh wait....&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.  But seriously, here are my resolutions from last year that cross over:  1)Read the lessons for Relief Society and Sunday school, 2)lose 50 lbs., 3)have Family Home Evening every week.  So, I'm adding on dishes and...helping the kids learn to do chores.  That seems like plenty for one year.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-7252200400312631375?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7252200400312631375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=7252200400312631375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7252200400312631375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/7252200400312631375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3973344948914828112</id><published>2007-10-12T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:57:58.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name</title><content type='html'>So, what is up with the name of this blog.  If you know me at all you know I am a stay-at-home mom--often referred to as a homemaker.  I'm not a fan of the word homemaker but I don't really feel like a domestic goddess or any of the other silly or clever things stay-at-home moms come up with to call themselves.  It seems like you should get more than two showers a week to call yourself a goddess.  Anyway, I don't feel like I can call myself a homemaker either.  I mean, have you seen my house?  We still have piles of boxes scattered here and there.  The only furniture in the living room is folding table.  Okay, there's a lamp and a couple of bookcases in there as well.  The hearth and the mantle are cluttered along with all the other horizontal surfaces in the house.  I have good intentions for these areas but so far those intentions have not blossomed into actions.  The point is I am not much of a homemaker.  I can't sew, I don't like cooking and dusting hasn't been done in who knows how long.  I consider myself a mom.  On forms that ask for occupation I put mother and under employer I list my children's names.  That's what I do.  I feed the kids and play and take them places and feed them some more.  I think three quarters of my time is spent preparing, serving, and cleaning up after meals or snacks.  I know I'm not the only mom who feels that way.  Having said all that, I read recently in my patriarchal blessing that I'll be a good wife, mother, and...homemaker.  So I'll have to start working on that.  Maybe in a few years I'll have to change the name of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-3973344948914828112?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3973344948914828112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3973344948914828112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3973344948914828112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3973344948914828112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-3593650644382214452</id><published>2007-09-24T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:52:06.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I an idiot?</title><content type='html'>My little guy, Peter, had a doctor's appointment today in Kansas City.  Two actually.  Well, I've been there before so when I couldn't find the directions right away I thought, "I've been there before.  I can find it."  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  I was sooo lost.  It's my own fault.  I second guessed myself and got off the freeway too early.  So then I was wandering around Kansas City, Kansas when I needed to be in Kansas City, Missouri.  I called the hospital and had all kinds of people giving me directions.  Finally I found my way back to the freeway and got on the right road.  So, I was an hour late for Peter's appointment.  Luckily, they squeezed him in because I wasn't about to leave after all of that trauma.  Did I mention that it is a three hour drive to Kansas City from here?  Yeah. Peter and I were both VERY ready to get out of the car.  His appointments went fine and the drive home was a breeze.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405316473237303609-3593650644382214452?l=notahomemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3593650644382214452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405316473237303609&amp;postID=3593650644382214452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3593650644382214452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405316473237303609/posts/default/3593650644382214452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahomemaker.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-am-i-idiot.html' title='Why am I an idiot?'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13575351079397119999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405316473237303609.post-8598971973142315272</id><published>2007-09-23T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:23:14.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I created this blog ages ago but this is my first post. There are lots of reasons for this. One, I started it just to see what it would look like. So then I didn't have time to post anything. Second, we have a new baby. I can't even remember if I signed up for this before or after the baby was born--which was in July. Since then there are few moments when I can actually sit down at the computer and type something. If I sit at the computer when the kids are awake then Sam wants to play a game or Eleanor has to sit on my lap and color or the baby starts crying. (Usually because Eleanor is smashing him or dragging him around by his shirt. She adores him but her adoration is a little rough and tumble and he often needs to be rescued.)  If the kids are asleep there are so many things I could choose to do: Eat, sleep, shower. Blog is way down on the list of priorities. The other reasons are related to numbers one and two, namely, Sam, Eleanor, and Peter. So here I am late Saturday night typing away. But, I'm going to bed now. I'll try to blog a little more often from now on. Maybe even add some pictures. 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