<?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-4472612797668072906</id><updated>2011-10-06T12:13:53.676-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='SAHM'/><category term='education'/><category term='animals'/><category term='too cute kid'/><category term='fun food'/><category term='books'/><category term='Gymboree'/><category term='just plain fun'/><category term='pregnancy is going to rot my brain'/><category term='potty humor'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='terrible twos'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='military'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='ebay annoyance'/><category term='little things'/><category term='medical'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='my boyz'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='personality'/><category term='trains'/><category term='current events'/><category term='spring'/><category term='home buyer'/><category term='month in review'/><category term='family'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='flu'/><category term='firetrucks'/><category term='picture of the day'/><category term='new car'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='balance'/><category term='friends'/><category term='big brother'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Meditation is what I need'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='BBZ'/><category term='walking'/><category term='business'/><category term='camera'/><category term='photography'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='temper tantrum'/><category term='hands'/><category term='goals'/><category term='robots'/><category term='going green'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='new kid'/><category term='heart'/><category term='computers'/><category term='appreciate'/><category term='tractors'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Baby Brother Z'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='dieting'/><category term='vet field'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='growing up so fast'/><category term='groundhog day'/><category term='noises'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='crazy motherhood'/><category term='fortune cookie'/><category term='birthday goodness'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='love'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='snow'/><category term='dining out'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Searching For An Even Balance (in between naps)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2660843282589044519</id><published>2011-08-16T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:52:00.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can get the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nx45MdN9NQ/TkSVcrWGJ7I/AAAAAAAABlc/gYpTXBDsV1A/s1600/IMG_0846.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/-7Nx45MdN9NQ/TkSVcrWGJ7I/AAAAAAAABlc/gYpTXBDsV1A/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639796953278982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell its close to the end of summer and fall is about to be upon us.  Why?  Because of all the darn horse chestnuts we have in our front yard.  Unfortunately, the squirrels and the chipmunks don't like them either which leaves us to picking them up.  With all the things that I have to do in the house, that's just one more thing for me to do outside.  So one day after dinner, I decided we should play a game.  Who can pick up the most horse chestnuts?  I handed both boys a bucket that they had not played with in awhile and said, "Ready?  Set?  Go!"  And would you believe that we had those suckers picked up in less than 15 minutes?  We liked that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2660843282589044519?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2660843282589044519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2660843282589044519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2660843282589044519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2660843282589044519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-can-get-most.html' title='Who can get the most?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nx45MdN9NQ/TkSVcrWGJ7I/AAAAAAAABlc/gYpTXBDsV1A/s72-c/IMG_0846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4088776619066746447</id><published>2011-08-15T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:48:00.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you bir-bird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrrmADi8EVQ/TkSUnwCGKqI/AAAAAAAABlU/0gRohTWYKzw/s1600/IMG_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrrmADi8EVQ/TkSUnwCGKqI/AAAAAAAABlU/0gRohTWYKzw/s320/IMG_0843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639796044004207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple weeks we've all taken a liking to watching our little hummingbirds visit our feeders by the bay window.  It's almost a relaxer of sorts sitting quietly still while our little visitor sips his drink and then buzzes away as fast as he appeared.  One morning after breakfast, BBZ was insistent on pulling up a chair to wait for our feathered friend. Unfortunately our friend is a little shy, but he did greet us again at dinnertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4088776619066746447?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4088776619066746447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4088776619066746447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4088776619066746447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4088776619066746447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-bir-bird.html' title='Where are you bir-bird?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrrmADi8EVQ/TkSUnwCGKqI/AAAAAAAABlU/0gRohTWYKzw/s72-c/IMG_0843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2207761973420270092</id><published>2011-08-13T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:45:02.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice cold one for everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THVkRb06ZK0/TkST59sW6xI/AAAAAAAABlM/L6KKhBWN52c/s1600/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THVkRb06ZK0/TkST59sW6xI/AAAAAAAABlM/L6KKhBWN52c/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639795257397144338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So its been four weeks now since I started my little Sunday tradition of taking the boys to the track with me to go running.  LMA has been a super biker and BBZ, well, he continues to throw things out of the stroller while I am running.  But the best thing??  A nice cold coconut frappicino from Starbucks!  For everyone!!  Now who wouldn't want to go running with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2207761973420270092?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2207761973420270092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2207761973420270092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2207761973420270092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2207761973420270092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-cold-one-for-everyone.html' title='A nice cold one for everyone!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THVkRb06ZK0/TkST59sW6xI/AAAAAAAABlM/L6KKhBWN52c/s72-c/IMG_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3793536414102554207</id><published>2011-08-12T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:40:00.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3IU-K6ysiI/TkSSptDIuzI/AAAAAAAABlE/DBpYCoGKzBg/s1600/IMG_0817.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/-D3IU-K6ysiI/TkSSptDIuzI/AAAAAAAABlE/DBpYCoGKzBg/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639793878539746098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the fact that we have been able to find new parks around in our neighborhood.  And I blame it on this app:  &lt;a href="http://kaboom.org/mobile"&gt;Playgrounds&lt;/a&gt;!  We have been able to find three new parks in our area and then when I happened to be picking up something at a Freecycle house, we found another one.  This one happened to have a friendly face that we've seen before at Aunt Wendy and Uncle Carl's!  LMZ was super excited and couldn't wait to share the news to everyone!  Hopefully we'll continue our little hunt for new and exciting places to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3793536414102554207?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3793536414102554207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3793536414102554207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3793536414102554207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3793536414102554207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-one-found.html' title='Another one found!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3IU-K6ysiI/TkSSptDIuzI/AAAAAAAABlE/DBpYCoGKzBg/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4878060169623715072</id><published>2011-08-11T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:40:12.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's potty time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**I apologize in advance if you take this picture offensive, but that's what you get for stopping by here.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjoTdQp8xg/TkSRb0rgTrI/AAAAAAAABk8/-GSYcp4_0YI/s1600/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjoTdQp8xg/TkSRb0rgTrI/AAAAAAAABk8/-GSYcp4_0YI/s320/IMG_0836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639792540558315186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew this time would be coming sooner or later.  It's time to start getting BBZ on the potty.  He's already telling me when he goes #2, most of the time, so that's a start.  But when I found this Froggy Potty on Freecycle I knew it was time to start.  Now when I say start, it's basically telling BBZ,  "This is a potty."  His reply?  Oh a step stool!  This one might take a while too.  But hopefully with the help of LMA you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4878060169623715072?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4878060169623715072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4878060169623715072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4878060169623715072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4878060169623715072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-potty-time.html' title='It&apos;s potty time'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjoTdQp8xg/TkSRb0rgTrI/AAAAAAAABk8/-GSYcp4_0YI/s72-c/IMG_0836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2662594787017803111</id><published>2011-08-05T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:53:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFj5zEUths/TjWkpUPwvuI/AAAAAAAABk0/HaXE--11XnE/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFj5zEUths/TjWkpUPwvuI/AAAAAAAABk0/HaXE--11XnE/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591538440453858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I downloaded an app onto my iPod that mapped out local playgrounds and parks.  Some we had ventured to before, but others I had no idea that they were there.  This particular day I found one right behind our local elementary school.  The boys had fun climbing on two different playgrounds and then copping a squat in the grass for a snack.  The "inflight movie/entertainment"?  Watching the John Deere tractor go around the field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2662594787017803111?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2662594787017803111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2662594787017803111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2662594787017803111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2662594787017803111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-alike.html' title='Just alike'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFj5zEUths/TjWkpUPwvuI/AAAAAAAABk0/HaXE--11XnE/s72-c/IMG_0807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-523991906134311099</id><published>2011-08-04T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:51:00.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP2umT9CWFg/TjWkOSiem8I/AAAAAAAABks/SBPNvtLp7VU/s1600/IMG_0796.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP2umT9CWFg/TjWkOSiem8I/AAAAAAAABks/SBPNvtLp7VU/s320/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591074125618114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every once in awhile, and they are usually few and far between, the boys play nicely.  This particular day, LMA was showing BBZ his Nintendo DS.  After this, they argues over who was playing with the firetruck next.  Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-523991906134311099?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/523991906134311099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=523991906134311099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/523991906134311099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/523991906134311099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-together.html' title='Time together'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP2umT9CWFg/TjWkOSiem8I/AAAAAAAABks/SBPNvtLp7VU/s72-c/IMG_0796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2544412253939955731</id><published>2011-08-02T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:29:00.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxNAo802p6c/TjWfEqEhFEI/AAAAAAAABkU/9UKZiCE8tNI/s1600/IMG_0792.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxNAo802p6c/TjWfEqEhFEI/AAAAAAAABkU/9UKZiCE8tNI/s320/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585411085571138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every once in awhile, especially on days that he wakes up at 0630, LMA needs what I like to call a "Reset Button".  It's good to know that he can and will still take naps.  Of course I can't let him sleep too long or he doesn't go to sleep at night right away and the cycle starts all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2544412253939955731?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2544412253939955731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2544412253939955731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2544412253939955731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2544412253939955731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/reset-button.html' title='Reset Button'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxNAo802p6c/TjWfEqEhFEI/AAAAAAAABkU/9UKZiCE8tNI/s72-c/IMG_0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-503769532809717668</id><published>2011-08-01T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:31:00.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't be comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J00bD1BLmis/TjWfhEBNTUI/AAAAAAAABkc/G6Sad8NKh0g/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J00bD1BLmis/TjWfhEBNTUI/AAAAAAAABkc/G6Sad8NKh0g/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585899087351106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure the title says it all about this post.  But what does this really say about my child?  Sometimes he's just outright silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-503769532809717668?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/503769532809717668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=503769532809717668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/503769532809717668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/503769532809717668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-be-comfortable.html' title='Can&apos;t be comfortable'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J00bD1BLmis/TjWfhEBNTUI/AAAAAAAABkc/G6Sad8NKh0g/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-753582342981507896</id><published>2011-07-31T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:50:35.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7N5n7mDsqQ/TjWjFltYr8I/AAAAAAAABkk/wvUD4vZJ1x0/s1600/IMG_0813.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7N5n7mDsqQ/TjWjFltYr8I/AAAAAAAABkk/wvUD4vZJ1x0/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635589825141190594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this blog IS suppose to be about me, so I thought I would throw one out today that at least included me in the picture.  Sort of.  Last week after everyone in the house was awaken by LMA at 0630 I needed to get out of the house.  Not being able to take the kids to the gym to at least get my blood pumping, I decided to hit the track.  I brought LMA's bike along, even though he decided to sit on the side lines for the 30 minutes that I was running.  Today was a different story.  He was racing me for the first few laps, then would take a rest.  Afterwards, we all stretched our legs and headed to the Farmer's Market.  It was a nice start to our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-753582342981507896?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/753582342981507896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=753582342981507896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/753582342981507896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/753582342981507896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-going.html' title='Still going...'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7N5n7mDsqQ/TjWjFltYr8I/AAAAAAAABkk/wvUD4vZJ1x0/s72-c/IMG_0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5859222907889446136</id><published>2011-07-15T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:59:35.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See, Monkey Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU4VG08ZjRA/TiDwFYIkz6I/AAAAAAAABkM/1HiZWk95Ics/s1600/DSC06593.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU4VG08ZjRA/TiDwFYIkz6I/AAAAAAAABkM/1HiZWk95Ics/s320/DSC06593.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629763509381549986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For awhile it seemed as though LMA was the one that was copying BBZ and following him around in desperation to get him to play.  Now I see that BBZ was just watching LMA from a distance.  They both sit at the table across from each other and peak under the table.  They both love to sit and thumb through the books for several minutes.  And clearly, they just love each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5859222907889446136?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5859222907889446136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5859222907889446136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5859222907889446136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5859222907889446136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey See, Monkey Do'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU4VG08ZjRA/TiDwFYIkz6I/AAAAAAAABkM/1HiZWk95Ics/s72-c/DSC06593.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4738758670917440149</id><published>2011-07-14T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:57:20.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvhnjuA5U/TiDvH1PhiUI/AAAAAAAABkE/JJcyDsI3f7A/s1600/DSC06585.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvhnjuA5U/TiDvH1PhiUI/AAAAAAAABkE/JJcyDsI3f7A/s320/DSC06585.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629762452043434306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I signed LMA up for swimming lessons this month and next.  Thankfully this year he was able to become more comfortable with moving around in the big pool.  Partly because he realized this year that he had grown quite a bit from last year and was able to move around with his head way above the water level.  That being said, he still would slip and disappear below the surface and come up terrified-looking.  But he would always go back in for more which was encouraging to see.  So when I signed him up for lessons so he could be MORE comfortable, like going under water on purpose, floating on his back, and blowing bubbles in the water, he was a little skeptical.  Thankfully, he's started taking steps to putting himself under water.  Maybe by next month he'll get it, but even if he doesn't he'll get it sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4738758670917440149?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4738758670917440149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4738758670917440149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4738758670917440149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4738758670917440149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-try.html' title='Just try'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvhnjuA5U/TiDvH1PhiUI/AAAAAAAABkE/JJcyDsI3f7A/s72-c/DSC06585.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-591451521899452851</id><published>2011-07-13T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:52:44.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osojPGd_ZjY/TiDtHm6tb6I/AAAAAAAABj0/NGQr_8zo1dk/s1600/IMG_0700.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osojPGd_ZjY/TiDtHm6tb6I/AAAAAAAABj0/NGQr_8zo1dk/s320/IMG_0700.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629760249174781858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it turns out BBA likes Chick Fil-A.  I mean, what's not to like about Chick Fil-A?  You get a good nutritious meal with fruit, veggies, and chicken.  You get to play, run, and climb around after you eat.  And, if you are really lucky, you get an ice cream cone or share a milkshake.  Or in BBZ's case, have a milkshake.  This child should really be a poster child for Chick Fil-A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-591451521899452851?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/591451521899452851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=591451521899452851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/591451521899452851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/591451521899452851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/poster-child.html' title='Poster Child'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osojPGd_ZjY/TiDtHm6tb6I/AAAAAAAABj0/NGQr_8zo1dk/s72-c/IMG_0700.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-725275653734641903</id><published>2011-07-12T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:51:55.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little princes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGcDE5Njcg/TiDsi2U4jSI/AAAAAAAABjs/GpawGixK4sE/s1600/DSC06396.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGcDE5Njcg/TiDsi2U4jSI/AAAAAAAABjs/GpawGixK4sE/s320/DSC06396.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629759617655934242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the boys to B&amp;amp;O Railroad Museum, BBZ's first visit.  He was just as excited the first time LMA went here.  And wouldn't be with all the trains, even in the parking lot!  For Toddler Time each child was able to make and design their own crown.  Little Man wanted him to be the King and Daddy and BBZ be the prince.  Either way it didn't last long after this shot because the heat and humidity that day made the foam crown leave a red ring around his forehead.  Thankfully it was gone the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-725275653734641903?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/725275653734641903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=725275653734641903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/725275653734641903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/725275653734641903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-little-princes.html' title='My little princes'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGcDE5Njcg/TiDsi2U4jSI/AAAAAAAABjs/GpawGixK4sE/s72-c/DSC06396.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5793008588961857519</id><published>2011-07-11T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:51:11.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's not to love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tu0ZKRbHOY/TiDtuzy1hCI/AAAAAAAABj8/53BfzMulqyg/s1600/DSC06555.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tu0ZKRbHOY/TiDtuzy1hCI/AAAAAAAABj8/53BfzMulqyg/s320/DSC06555.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629760922646316066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the way this photo came out.  We had taken a Harbor Riverboat Cruise in D.C. with Gramma and Pop-pop and afterwards found a nice shady spot to have a picnic.  The boys of course after they finish, needed to go wander.  Don't let their innocent faces deceive you though.  They are a handful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5793008588961857519?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5793008588961857519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5793008588961857519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5793008588961857519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5793008588961857519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-not-to-love.html' title='What&apos;s not to love?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tu0ZKRbHOY/TiDtuzy1hCI/AAAAAAAABj8/53BfzMulqyg/s72-c/DSC06555.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1535831878991114563</id><published>2011-07-10T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:51:25.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Wow, didn't realize it had been over a month since my last picture of the day entry.  Lately, I've been adding more entries into Facebook than I have here in Blogger-land.  Mainly because I have an automatic update button from iphoto... and not to mention the Facebook app on my iPod.  So when I stopped by to add some entries for those of you who do not follow me on Facebook, I decided this ho-hum blog design needed a facelift.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voila!  I think it's whimsical, fun, and exciting.  Not to mention it has purple in it to complement the orange background, which Little Man loves the color purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, I'll be able to go back to entering a picture of the day.  Bear with me while I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1535831878991114563?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1535831878991114563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1535831878991114563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1535831878991114563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1535831878991114563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7666688267906588730</id><published>2011-05-26T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:03:00.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Odd places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKyJAZw7e3A/Td21G5yDkCI/AAAAAAAABig/QKuGV_zl_tM/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKyJAZw7e3A/Td21G5yDkCI/AAAAAAAABig/QKuGV_zl_tM/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610839840968118306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For whatever reason, BBZ loves to hang out in our dog, Maggie, crate.  I have no idea why.  Normally, I would shoo him out, but lately?  Well, I  just don't care anymore.  I guess it's just an odd place to hang out, but he likes it all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7666688267906588730?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7666688267906588730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7666688267906588730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7666688267906588730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7666688267906588730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/odd-places.html' title='Odd places'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKyJAZw7e3A/Td21G5yDkCI/AAAAAAAABig/QKuGV_zl_tM/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7797971511863560311</id><published>2011-05-25T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:54:19.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Military Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5SyftYXuQ/Td2yi7jVI6I/AAAAAAAABiA/-4j3oi-AncE/s1600/DSC06019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5SyftYXuQ/Td2yi7jVI6I/AAAAAAAABiA/-4j3oi-AncE/s320/DSC06019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837023944680354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we took LMA out of school for the day to see the Andrews Air Force Base Air Show.  Although it took us a little bit longer than expected to actually get to the air show field, it was a day filled with excitement.  Ever since we went to Miramar Air Force Base Air Show in California last year, BBZ just LOVES airplanes.  In fact, I'm pretty sure "WOW" was his first word there.  Now, it's "Oh, Wow!" and "Airpane" (yes, that is spelled without an 'l' because that is how he says it).  I was thinking of staying only until 1pm or naptime, but I thought if BBZ was really that tired, he could just fall asleep in his stroller.  It wasn't until 3:30pm that he finally fell asleep and only for 30 minutes!  We caught up with some school friends, walked around "Texas" for a bit, and sat in a few cockpits.   We will definitely be going back next year if we are still in the area!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuKzwfXvjME/Td2yoR_UFdI/AAAAAAAABiI/XmDwNcArTqQ/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837115866977746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7797971511863560311?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7797971511863560311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7797971511863560311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7797971511863560311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7797971511863560311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/military-fun.html' title='Military Fun'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5SyftYXuQ/Td2yi7jVI6I/AAAAAAAABiA/-4j3oi-AncE/s72-c/DSC06019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3485463127531497786</id><published>2011-05-24T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:01:26.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyz'/><title type='text'>Two peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyywEu18boM/Td20SIOzfWI/AAAAAAAABiY/yeKWD2hR7yo/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyywEu18boM/Td20SIOzfWI/AAAAAAAABiY/yeKWD2hR7yo/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610838934313729378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when our next door neighbors brought in a crew to do some landscaping, little did they know that they would be giving my children pure entertainment.  The first day, a little forklift delivered the rocks.  The second day, the truck came with the men.  The third day, construction began with a dump truck filled with larger rocks.  The boys pulled up the chairs to the front bay window and stared in awe.  For 30 minutes, they watched.  Me?  I was putting away laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3485463127531497786?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3485463127531497786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3485463127531497786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3485463127531497786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3485463127531497786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='Two peas in a pod'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyywEu18boM/Td20SIOzfWI/AAAAAAAABiY/yeKWD2hR7yo/s72-c/IMG_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8264604900837595388</id><published>2011-05-23T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:57:02.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Picture perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63wYHz1jgyA/Td2zBGYKWOI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dH_bsIzO2fw/s1600/IMG_0410.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63wYHz1jgyA/Td2zBGYKWOI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dH_bsIzO2fw/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837542246701282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, BBZ continues to have an obsession with my shoes.  Yes, he has no pants on.  And yes, he is walking around with a firefighter's helmet on.  Maybe he thinks my shoes are his boots and he just forgot to put his pants on before he went to fight the fire.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8264604900837595388?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8264604900837595388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8264604900837595388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8264604900837595388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8264604900837595388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63wYHz1jgyA/Td2zBGYKWOI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dH_bsIzO2fw/s72-c/IMG_0410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1087911171379937317</id><published>2011-05-16T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:40:00.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nij0hDO5DX0/TdCA3pDj9sI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vu2QRLexto4/s1600/IMG_0128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nij0hDO5DX0/TdCA3pDj9sI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vu2QRLexto4/s320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123229478221506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHy3OUZLnfI/TdCA3huTxnI/AAAAAAAABgw/IFtBrESydg4/s1600/IMG_0127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHy3OUZLnfI/TdCA3huTxnI/AAAAAAAABgw/IFtBrESydg4/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123227510031986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first 5K race was this weekend.  I still can't believe that I joined the running community, but I did it!  I finished strong at 33:10, which happens to be my personal best!  My good friends and their children were there to help support me and be my cheering squad.  Without them, I literally would not have been able to be a part of this race (because who would have watched LMA and BBZ?)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1087911171379937317?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1087911171379937317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1087911171379937317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1087911171379937317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1087911171379937317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nij0hDO5DX0/TdCA3pDj9sI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vu2QRLexto4/s72-c/IMG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1989875751210935936</id><published>2011-05-15T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:09:19.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>My turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g66v3-Qe2ss/TdCGu5O4SZI/AAAAAAAABhw/H0OyLDn12Fc/s1600/hello.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g66v3-Qe2ss/TdCGu5O4SZI/AAAAAAAABhw/H0OyLDn12Fc/s320/hello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607129676271602066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raising LMA I didn't have to worry too much about sharing.  Not that I didn't teach him or that he experienced while visiting places like Gymboree, it's just that he knew everything was pretty much, well, his.  With BBZ, it's a whole nother story!  Thankfully, since I've been using words like, "share", "his turn", "next" he's getting used to the idea.  But don't get me wrong, he still doesn't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1989875751210935936?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1989875751210935936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1989875751210935936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1989875751210935936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1989875751210935936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-turn.html' title='My turn!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g66v3-Qe2ss/TdCGu5O4SZI/AAAAAAAABhw/H0OyLDn12Fc/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6747369977697419045</id><published>2011-05-13T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:14:07.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHxiUoP-lxM/TdCGW0M0CzI/AAAAAAAABho/SFQjAayKCtE/s1600/shoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHxiUoP-lxM/TdCGW0M0CzI/AAAAAAAABho/SFQjAayKCtE/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607129262603897650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, another fun thing to do in our house is walk around in Mommy's shoes.  Oh, if only they knew how much "fun" it really is, I'm sure they would throw them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6747369977697419045?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6747369977697419045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6747369977697419045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6747369977697419045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6747369977697419045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHxiUoP-lxM/TdCGW0M0CzI/AAAAAAAABho/SFQjAayKCtE/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3070708261004790827</id><published>2011-05-12T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:13:25.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Good morning visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAScMSWback/TdCHheq9-SI/AAAAAAAABh4/xxfBxkLh05g/s1600/turtle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAScMSWback/TdCHheq9-SI/AAAAAAAABh4/xxfBxkLh05g/s320/turtle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607130545314986274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's always fun to start the day off with a Good morning visitor.  This one especially was exciting because BBZ LOVES turtles.  I mean he says it everyday along with "Elmo" and it happens to be a word that he said for the first time while talking to Daddy on the computer.  So when we walked out the door to go grocery shopping and spot this guy by the front door, both boys were thrilled!  Don't let the picture fool you.  BBZ was very excited, but still a little hesitant as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3070708261004790827?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3070708261004790827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3070708261004790827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3070708261004790827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3070708261004790827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-morning-visitor.html' title='Good morning visitor'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAScMSWback/TdCHheq9-SI/AAAAAAAABh4/xxfBxkLh05g/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4717121082674761360</id><published>2011-05-11T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:04:24.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Just plain silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f0K1lHVYfg/TdCFkf9kTOI/AAAAAAAABhg/uAD5yVnpLpE/s1600/silly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f0K1lHVYfg/TdCFkf9kTOI/AAAAAAAABhg/uAD5yVnpLpE/s320/silly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607128398177783010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner is our silly time around here.  I seem to remember saying the same thing when LMA was growing up.  Well, this tradition has continued and frankly it's gotten sillier with two knuckleheads.  Which, let me tell you, since doing this alone, this little part of my day has made it that much more bearable.  These two were at it again this night and kept repeating Cheese since I had my iPod pointing at them.  Soon after they would both run up to see the pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4717121082674761360?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4717121082674761360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4717121082674761360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4717121082674761360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4717121082674761360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-plain-silly.html' title='Just plain silly'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f0K1lHVYfg/TdCFkf9kTOI/AAAAAAAABhg/uAD5yVnpLpE/s72-c/silly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6795032924981322064</id><published>2011-05-10T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:55:34.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Odd spot, wouldn't you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utz1yhM9GII/TdCD_jlbBAI/AAAAAAAABhI/_PaBghDRou4/s1600/odd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utz1yhM9GII/TdCD_jlbBAI/AAAAAAAABhI/_PaBghDRou4/s320/odd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607126663983465474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my boys find the weirdest spots to play.  Like the front hall closet that has nothing but shoes on the bottom and coats up above.  Alas, they love to close the door and hide inside in the dark.  So when they found this play spot, well I guess I should have expected it.  But, it's still weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6795032924981322064?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6795032924981322064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6795032924981322064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6795032924981322064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6795032924981322064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/odd-spot-wouldnt-you-say.html' title='Odd spot, wouldn&apos;t you say?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utz1yhM9GII/TdCD_jlbBAI/AAAAAAAABhI/_PaBghDRou4/s72-c/odd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3275676513022788083</id><published>2011-05-09T09:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:53:18.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KruuQxuqc5I/TdCDaSLnhrI/AAAAAAAABhA/m35Vpa4WQMQ/s1600/cheese.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KruuQxuqc5I/TdCDaSLnhrI/AAAAAAAABhA/m35Vpa4WQMQ/s320/cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607126023656670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBZ has finally learned how to say "Cheese!!" for the camera.  Considering this is all I do nowadays is take pictures of my boys, it's about time.  Although I haven't been playing with my SLR, or at least had it handy, my trusty iPod is also on standby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3275676513022788083?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3275676513022788083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3275676513022788083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3275676513022788083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3275676513022788083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheese.html' title='Cheese!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KruuQxuqc5I/TdCDaSLnhrI/AAAAAAAABhA/m35Vpa4WQMQ/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1698966495690485804</id><published>2011-05-08T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:58:56.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtiBX7fyVc/TdCE0dOPyDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ITYE_y8fw0s/s1600/football.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtiBX7fyVc/TdCE0dOPyDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ITYE_y8fw0s/s320/football.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607127572808714290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although LMA has no interest in football, except when Daddy was home watching a Cowboys game, I signed him up for Flag Football.  Part of it was also due to the fact that two other school friends were signing up and I thought it would be something fun for him to do.  And keep him busy.  The first practice didn't go over very well when I was in Cuba.  Grandma barely made it halfway to the field before he turned and run back to the car.  Now that he's gone a couple times with me, he's starting to enjoy it.  But not because he understands, rather that he's running around with a bunch of friends.  And you know what, that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1698966495690485804?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1698966495690485804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1698966495690485804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1698966495690485804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1698966495690485804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are you ready for some football?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtiBX7fyVc/TdCE0dOPyDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ITYE_y8fw0s/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7655247300996238128</id><published>2011-04-29T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:45:00.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up the ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGju1qlu-o/TcIE-QD7PTI/AAAAAAAABgo/ZntTFrhqfA4/s1600/_JRW1832.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGju1qlu-o/TcIE-QD7PTI/AAAAAAAABgo/ZntTFrhqfA4/s320/_JRW1832.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603046353912151346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One great event was able to happen while we were in Cuba.  Hubby was pinned First L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ieutenant by the Commander ... and LMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(41, 113, 167); font-weight: 600; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Courtesy of a military photographer, we were able to bring home images.  Although the occasion was last minute, it was so great for both boys to be able to go to see exactly where Daddy works.  Ok, not exactly, but just outside the gate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-uKKYq0snA/TcIE0wA5osI/AAAAAAAABgY/Y424Cic9oOE/s320/_JRW1817.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603046190690706114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTZAVstNku0/TcIE-d-UEbI/AAAAAAAABgg/8rXaP4dbuLg/s1600/_JRW1826.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTZAVstNku0/TcIE-d-UEbI/AAAAAAAABgg/8rXaP4dbuLg/s1600/_JRW1826.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTZAVstNku0/TcIE-d-UEbI/AAAAAAAABgg/8rXaP4dbuLg/s320/_JRW1826.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603046357646709170" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4472612797668072906-7655247300996238128?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7655247300996238128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7655247300996238128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7655247300996238128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7655247300996238128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/up-ladder.html' title='Up the ladder'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGju1qlu-o/TcIE-QD7PTI/AAAAAAAABgo/ZntTFrhqfA4/s72-c/_JRW1832.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1989440957721086551</id><published>2011-04-28T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:58:47.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94UJkqReMNw/TcIDmiuPYeI/AAAAAAAABgQ/yg73WKwq-j0/s1600/P4280123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94UJkqReMNw/TcIDmiuPYeI/AAAAAAAABgQ/yg73WKwq-j0/s320/P4280123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044847092982242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All around the base is history and its nice to be able to share that with the boys.  Unfortunately, I didn't take a picture of the plaque for this piece of history, but I made my own with this photo. Every day both boys seemed to take in every little piece of something new that this base had to offer.  I would live here in an instant if the military moved us there.  Alas, they will not because hubby is not active duty.  Some people say certain places are made to vacation in only.  For a week here and there and then you go home.  I say, where ever your family is, is home.  Even if it is in the Caribbean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1989440957721086551?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1989440957721086551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1989440957721086551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1989440957721086551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1989440957721086551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-around-base-is-history-and-its-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94UJkqReMNw/TcIDmiuPYeI/AAAAAAAABgQ/yg73WKwq-j0/s72-c/P4280123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6359305715848182104</id><published>2011-04-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:54:51.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A great family photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwtkKzdwZAU/TcIBtyqHOmI/AAAAAAAABf4/GkRJwMKI5UI/s1600/DSC05861.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwtkKzdwZAU/TcIBtyqHOmI/AAAAAAAABf4/GkRJwMKI5UI/s320/DSC05861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042772606466658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On top of John Paul Jones hill stands one of four windmills for the base.  Here, is where I think, I captured a great family photo!  Not only because you can see the base, the bay, and the island in the distance, but, well.  Lets face it.  I look great after 15 weeks of working out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8brcUhvYlak/TcICXfbJzzI/AAAAAAAABgA/Axnp8xFZ5nA/s320/DSC05855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603043488997953330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6phWUTyqbqs/TcICXslYYyI/AAAAAAAABgI/WywWlrZRMTI/s320/DSC05856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603043492530512674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;Carl, this one is for you courtesy of hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4472612797668072906-6359305715848182104?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6359305715848182104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6359305715848182104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6359305715848182104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6359305715848182104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-family-photo.html' title='A great family photo'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwtkKzdwZAU/TcIBtyqHOmI/AAAAAAAABf4/GkRJwMKI5UI/s72-c/DSC05861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6872002581317982056</id><published>2011-04-26T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:54:36.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fun one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rdxIWBUSIs/TcIAJ9sJvKI/AAAAAAAABfg/AdcO3u6OaG8/s320/P4260094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603041057580891298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparedness for hurricane season was in full effect while we were there with the family.  So just to show that we too can be ready, because to be honest every time we heard a siren I didn't see anybody anywhere flinch in any general direction, we found a bunker.  These are actually the ones that are close to the camps that we aren't allowed to talk about or even be near.  Where we actually hide out in the event of an actual emergency?  No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CJkMaJHS24/TcIAKbZQ5VI/AAAAAAAABfw/Hkraq8oGSo8/s1600/P4260111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CJkMaJHS24/TcIAKbZQ5VI/AAAAAAAABfw/Hkraq8oGSo8/s320/P4260111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603041065554732370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a visit to the local library which was a nice relief in the middle of the afternoon sun.  Thankfully it was loaded with huge stuffed animals to climb on, a pillow pit to jump into, and of course good books.  But don't be fooled.  It was a small library.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLBUC0uo_kg/TcIAKGIkQYI/AAAAAAAABfo/pnRBvmSUt-M/s1600/P4260103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLBUC0uo_kg/TcIAKGIkQYI/AAAAAAAABfo/pnRBvmSUt-M/s320/P4260103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603041059847553410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6872002581317982056?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6872002581317982056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6872002581317982056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6872002581317982056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6872002581317982056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/preparedness-for-hurricane-season-was.html' title='Another fun one'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rdxIWBUSIs/TcIAJ9sJvKI/AAAAAAAABfg/AdcO3u6OaG8/s72-c/P4260094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4472359344547737170</id><published>2011-04-25T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:39:21.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, it's Iggy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKP8NCToIGI/TcH_NP4RfEI/AAAAAAAABfY/MoX6BeFufoM/s1600/P4250088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKP8NCToIGI/TcH_NP4RfEI/AAAAAAAABfY/MoX6BeFufoM/s320/P4250088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603040014491548738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Iguana Crossings, "Don't Feed the Iguanas" signs, and a large reptile under each palm tree bobbing his head to claim his territory you would have thought these guys were pets.  And boy can these suckers move for some food.  Oops.  Wasn't suppose to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4472359344547737170?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4472359344547737170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4472359344547737170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4472359344547737170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4472359344547737170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-its-iggy.html' title='Look, it&apos;s Iggy!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKP8NCToIGI/TcH_NP4RfEI/AAAAAAAABfY/MoX6BeFufoM/s72-c/P4250088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5441962919032018067</id><published>2011-04-24T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:36:02.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first full day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0LHThTqyCE/TcH-LOgeMYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/TG2nNJGbI0w/s1600/DSC05836.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0LHThTqyCE/TcH-LOgeMYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/TG2nNJGbI0w/s320/DSC05836.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603038880251916674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first full day in Cuba was so much fun.  It started at the beach for the entire morning until lunch.  Apparently the beach was way too much fun for BBZ because he passed out in the car on the way home.  Next time we knew better to bring lunch so he could pass out and be fine.  The post has a playground on practically every corner and visited each one of them by the end of the week, but we definitely had our favorites.  Then after dinner, we got to watch GITMO fire department in action put out a dumpster fire.  Followed by chocolate popsicles dripping down each boys' arms from the heat made for some peaceful children come bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5441962919032018067?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5441962919032018067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5441962919032018067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5441962919032018067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5441962919032018067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-first-full-day.html' title='Our first full day'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0LHThTqyCE/TcH-LOgeMYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/TG2nNJGbI0w/s72-c/DSC05836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4228305458126270548</id><published>2011-04-23T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:31:21.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cuba Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q39zmaxZtOU/TcH9AtXuECI/AAAAAAAABfI/nu7NHdfKyCA/s1600/P4230021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q39zmaxZtOU/TcH9AtXuECI/AAAAAAAABfI/nu7NHdfKyCA/s320/P4230021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603037600046518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxMZpJMWips/TcH9ASyGmcI/AAAAAAAABfA/PkKhIRwWHmo/s1600/P4230017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxMZpJMWips/TcH9ASyGmcI/AAAAAAAABfA/PkKhIRwWHmo/s320/P4230017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603037592909420994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The road to Cuba was a very long one.  We stayed near the Baltimore Airport the night prior because we needed to be there at 4am, 2 hours prior to the flight to fly Space Available with the military.  LMA got sick on both flights and we still don't know why.  He was fine 6 months previous when we flew across country to California.  Either way, when we finally made it to Cuba it was like a breathe of fresh air for us.  I think our family needs to be near the water, the ocean in particular.  We crossed the bay and begin our family Cuba Adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4228305458126270548?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4228305458126270548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4228305458126270548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4228305458126270548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4228305458126270548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-to-cuba-part-2.html' title='Welcome to Cuba Part 2'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q39zmaxZtOU/TcH9AtXuECI/AAAAAAAABfI/nu7NHdfKyCA/s72-c/P4230021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8392598120964368755</id><published>2011-04-22T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:25:44.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, WoW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-719eUGqWWdU/TcH8EIRR2zI/AAAAAAAABe4/iNLJYh0TVZM/s1600/DSC05777.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-719eUGqWWdU/TcH8EIRR2zI/AAAAAAAABe4/iNLJYh0TVZM/s320/DSC05777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603036559295241010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we'd be in Cuba Easter Sunday, we celebrated with an egg hunt a few days early.  Once BBZ learned there were jelly beans and other assorted candies in each of the plastic eggs, all bets were off.  LMA was a great big brother helping him out in addition to stacking up his own stash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8392598120964368755?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8392598120964368755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8392598120964368755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8392598120964368755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8392598120964368755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-wow.html' title='Oh, WoW!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-719eUGqWWdU/TcH8EIRR2zI/AAAAAAAABe4/iNLJYh0TVZM/s72-c/DSC05777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5242046173478279356</id><published>2011-04-20T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:22:00.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more curls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoflJjkZGMI/TcH7IldeHFI/AAAAAAAABew/PcZrFkoggno/s1600/DSC05715.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoflJjkZGMI/TcH7IldeHFI/AAAAAAAABew/PcZrFkoggno/s320/DSC05715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603035536338852946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As pictured, BBZ was NOT thrilled with his first haircut.  Daddy and LMA were on either side of him, but he still didn't care.  And unfortunately I had to pick the Korean Barber shop to get his first haircut done where they try to be perfectionists.  Which is fine for hubby and his military crew cut or LMA who is a pro now, but not for the first haircut.  Don't worry.  After the lollipop he forgot all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5242046173478279356?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5242046173478279356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5242046173478279356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5242046173478279356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5242046173478279356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-more-curls.html' title='No more curls!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoflJjkZGMI/TcH7IldeHFI/AAAAAAAABew/PcZrFkoggno/s72-c/DSC05715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1476506165556084933</id><published>2011-04-19T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:17:18.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkdOVlWo7s/TcH5OHDLJRI/AAAAAAAABeo/rrN72iXgD88/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkdOVlWo7s/TcH5OHDLJRI/AAAAAAAABeo/rrN72iXgD88/s320/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603033432231453970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMA was SO excited to finally have Daddy home.  The week home went by so fast, filled with lots of playing.  All instructed and directed by LMA.  Daddy had to adjust to having an 18 month old and a 4 year old all at once.  Needless to say, LMA wanted Daddy all to himself.  It took a few days of testing from LMA to see if Daddy was still Daddy who told him what to do or if he was just another playmate.  Daddy passed with flying colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1476506165556084933?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1476506165556084933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1476506165556084933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1476506165556084933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1476506165556084933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkdOVlWo7s/TcH5OHDLJRI/AAAAAAAABeo/rrN72iXgD88/s72-c/IMG_0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-912906631093398311</id><published>2011-04-15T21:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:10:06.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Let's Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c8hVwkQKTk/TcH3yd2sC0I/AAAAAAAABeg/-JNIUZskl4o/s1600/P4160015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c8hVwkQKTk/TcH3yd2sC0I/AAAAAAAABeg/-JNIUZskl4o/s320/P4160015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603031857805134658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the week in Cuba by myself with hubby was relaxing, it was also very .... quiet.  Hubby had to work the entire week (so he could take 2 full weeks with the family), so there were times in his house that it was deafeningly quiet.  When I tried to put the tv on or play my ipod it was almost as if it was too loud.  I was too far from the beach to walk there every day, so I got to work on my tan in the backyard.  So, after a week long adventure hanging out by myself with hubby, I brought him home to see the kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-912906631093398311?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/912906631093398311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=912906631093398311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/912906631093398311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/912906631093398311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-go-home.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Home'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c8hVwkQKTk/TcH3yd2sC0I/AAAAAAAABeg/-JNIUZskl4o/s72-c/P4160015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3404212204934156756</id><published>2011-04-14T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:04:30.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>A night run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0bAS6HtESA/TcH20VKTu3I/AAAAAAAABeY/HX2-VQawsMg/s1600/IMG_0278.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0bAS6HtESA/TcH20VKTu3I/AAAAAAAABeY/HX2-VQawsMg/s320/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603030790319618930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My third run on the island, I decided to try it at night.  Mainly because hubby wanted to do a nighttime scuba dive so I had nothing better to do.  No where else in the world will you be more afraid of being attacked by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutia"&gt;Banana Rats&lt;/a&gt; and Turkey Vultures rather than being attacked by a human being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3404212204934156756?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3404212204934156756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3404212204934156756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3404212204934156756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3404212204934156756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-run.html' title='A night run'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0bAS6HtESA/TcH20VKTu3I/AAAAAAAABeY/HX2-VQawsMg/s72-c/IMG_0278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-427450888422009224</id><published>2011-04-13T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:00:30.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkihVZB6fL4/TcH2bMYamPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/sLI198a2Qjw/s1600/P4120006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkihVZB6fL4/TcH2bMYamPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/sLI198a2Qjw/s320/P4120006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603030358466140402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you wanted actual proof that I was actually in Cuba, here's the local temp at 1:30pm.  Oh and notice the Commanding Officer.  Captain Kirk.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-427450888422009224?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/427450888422009224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=427450888422009224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/427450888422009224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/427450888422009224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkihVZB6fL4/TcH2bMYamPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/sLI198a2Qjw/s72-c/P4120006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-674905436770703479</id><published>2011-04-12T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:55:08.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Sweet Parking Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHfU4qtERRc/TcH076AThYI/AAAAAAAABeA/BIYM1-8PzF8/s1600/P4100005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHfU4qtERRc/TcH076AThYI/AAAAAAAABeA/BIYM1-8PzF8/s320/P4100005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603028721445602690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No where else will you EVER find a parking spot like this one.  Right in the front of the Officer's Club at GITMO, 2nd LT spot.  Unfortunately 2 weeks after this picture was taken, hubby was promoted to 1LT.  Actually that's FORTUNATELY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-674905436770703479?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/674905436770703479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=674905436770703479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/674905436770703479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/674905436770703479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-parking-spot.html' title='Sweet Parking Spot'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHfU4qtERRc/TcH076AThYI/AAAAAAAABeA/BIYM1-8PzF8/s72-c/P4100005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3344166188429771323</id><published>2011-04-11T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:58:35.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Continuing to Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFvW8HYurY/TcH11G7LeGI/AAAAAAAABeI/PVij550jN60/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFvW8HYurY/TcH11G7LeGI/AAAAAAAABeI/PVij550jN60/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603029704166307938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stayed strong to my will to run and be ready for my 5K next month.  Unfortunately, in Cuba you have to time your runs just right.  Or at least the northern does.  There were people running in the middle of the day with the sun beating down at 85 degrees.  Coming from 58 degrees the day prior, I had some acclimation to do first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3344166188429771323?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3344166188429771323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3344166188429771323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3344166188429771323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3344166188429771323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/continuing-to-run.html' title='Continuing to Run'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFvW8HYurY/TcH11G7LeGI/AAAAAAAABeI/PVij550jN60/s72-c/IMG_0263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2368909766591686559</id><published>2011-04-10T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:56:01.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>MY Cuba Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoP1i8qhdbk/TcH0Q97kpSI/AAAAAAAABd4/Ovx_CDVFrtw/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoP1i8qhdbk/TcH0Q97kpSI/AAAAAAAABd4/Ovx_CDVFrtw/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603027983765120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.  Where the weather is always hot and sunny.  Keep in mind this is the Caribbean so 20 minutes out in the sun is like one hour in Virginia.  Or maybe more because I was toast after the first day (more like burned lobster).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2368909766591686559?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2368909766591686559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2368909766591686559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2368909766591686559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2368909766591686559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-cuba-adventure.html' title='MY Cuba Adventure'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoP1i8qhdbk/TcH0Q97kpSI/AAAAAAAABd4/Ovx_CDVFrtw/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4557216941188397881</id><published>2011-03-31T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:44:00.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>And it keeps getting shorter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4bHd8J7S1o/TZEr5tCZ9eI/AAAAAAAABdw/WAvMGSJHHOo/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4bHd8J7S1o/TZEr5tCZ9eI/AAAAAAAABdw/WAvMGSJHHOo/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589296882885719522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this paper chain before the first of the year to count down the days until Daddy comes home.  We have watched it loopty-loop from the window to the door and now to just one single loop.  Sometimes LMA wants to wait 4 rings to take any off.  Others he takes them off one at a time.  With only 17 days left until he sees Daddy, we ALL get excited when one more ring comes off the chain!  Guess I'll be making another one of these for the last leg of Daddy's tour.  Thankfully, this next one won't be as long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4557216941188397881?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4557216941188397881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4557216941188397881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4557216941188397881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4557216941188397881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-it-keeps-getting-shorter.html' title='And it keeps getting shorter'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4bHd8J7S1o/TZEr5tCZ9eI/AAAAAAAABdw/WAvMGSJHHOo/s72-c/IMG_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6901958102261555946</id><published>2011-03-30T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:40:00.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Silly glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81_mPAymyYQ/TZErJN9JDUI/AAAAAAAABdo/kwmErd0BBLw/s1600/IMG_0188.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81_mPAymyYQ/TZErJN9JDUI/AAAAAAAABdo/kwmErd0BBLw/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589296049908419906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a drawer in our house in the living room that holds our sunglasses.  Somehow, these "glasses" LMA got from a birthday party made it into the drawer.  At first when BBZ would put on a pair of sunglasses he would put them around his neck and call it a day.  Now when he gets out glasses and approaches you, he lets you put them on, he walks around for a minute so you can admire him and his coolness, and then takes them off.  In these?  He just looks silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6901958102261555946?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6901958102261555946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6901958102261555946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6901958102261555946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6901958102261555946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/silly-glasses.html' title='Silly glasses'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81_mPAymyYQ/TZErJN9JDUI/AAAAAAAABdo/kwmErd0BBLw/s72-c/IMG_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6697822805059610046</id><published>2011-03-29T08:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:38:00.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>A day out with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9AfXnZxCo/TZEqdMwLrrI/AAAAAAAABdg/_m-R7DeOg7o/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9AfXnZxCo/TZEqdMwLrrI/AAAAAAAABdg/_m-R7DeOg7o/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589295293671386802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so it wasn't our first outing but it was BBZ's first time to Chuck E Cheeses.  At first BBZ was a little overwhelmed, I mean who wouldn't be with an 8 foot mouse walking around with lights flashing from hundreds of videos game?  Soon they both figured out what their favorites were and it turned out to be a good morning with my boys.  I"m sure we'll be doing it again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6697822805059610046?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6697822805059610046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6697822805059610046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6697822805059610046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6697822805059610046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-out-with-mom.html' title='A day out with Mom'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9AfXnZxCo/TZEqdMwLrrI/AAAAAAAABdg/_m-R7DeOg7o/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2170018510518112529</id><published>2011-03-28T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:38:03.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Curly-Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADLSIQvVISk/TZEp1KbQNVI/AAAAAAAABdY/GMP1WVZEn8g/s1600/IMG_0172.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADLSIQvVISk/TZEp1KbQNVI/AAAAAAAABdY/GMP1WVZEn8g/s320/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589294605851964754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to take this.. more to document how curly BBZ's hair is, but also because this time next month it will be gone.  He will be getting his first haircut when Daddy gets home.  Part of me doesn't want to touch it because it is super cute, but it's really getting too long.  Maybe after it's cut it will still be a little curly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2170018510518112529?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2170018510518112529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2170018510518112529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2170018510518112529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2170018510518112529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/curly-q.html' title='Curly-Q'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADLSIQvVISk/TZEp1KbQNVI/AAAAAAAABdY/GMP1WVZEn8g/s72-c/IMG_0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4241739039842019214</id><published>2011-03-23T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:45:01.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>More than words could say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045yH0G81rc/TYdyq2A7fdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Il_UEdZLh_E/s1600/DSC05699.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045yH0G81rc/TYdyq2A7fdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Il_UEdZLh_E/s320/DSC05699.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586559943155875282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, seriously?  Do I really need to say anything?  This kid is just too cute for words.  There are days, like yesterday, where I wanted nothing more than to just walk out of the house while he screamed, fussed, and was downright miserable for whatever reason.  But then, like today, where he was playing peek-a-boo under the kitchen table.  He just melts my heart sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4241739039842019214?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4241739039842019214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4241739039842019214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4241739039842019214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4241739039842019214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-than-words-could-say.html' title='More than words could say'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045yH0G81rc/TYdyq2A7fdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Il_UEdZLh_E/s72-c/DSC05699.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-9095890003248842944</id><published>2011-03-22T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:58:00.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Enjoying time together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgJumB7f9IM/TYVgJ0-QADI/AAAAAAAABdI/HCs4_hYmoj4/s1600/DSC05632.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgJumB7f9IM/TYVgJ0-QADI/AAAAAAAABdI/HCs4_hYmoj4/s320/DSC05632.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585976634777796658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys have been coming down with something lately.  I had to start remembering what I did with LMA when I was stuck at home ALL DAY LONG, mainly because we couldn't go anywhere since we didn't have transportation.  Play-doh and painting were an almost every day occasion back then.  So when I finally introduced it to BBZ, he LOVED it!  Now whenever I need a moment to step back, with no fighting in the background for at least 10 minutes, I grab the play-doh and let them go at it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-9095890003248842944?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/9095890003248842944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=9095890003248842944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/9095890003248842944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/9095890003248842944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/enjoying-time-together.html' title='Enjoying time together'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgJumB7f9IM/TYVgJ0-QADI/AAAAAAAABdI/HCs4_hYmoj4/s72-c/DSC05632.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2490481182630887658</id><published>2011-03-21T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:49:00.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>A butterfly in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtDZUuKR78c/TYVepfqpGTI/AAAAAAAABdA/R7Yf3V9Mdz8/s1600/DSC05663.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtDZUuKR78c/TYVepfqpGTI/AAAAAAAABdA/R7Yf3V9Mdz8/s320/DSC05663.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585974979790969138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE the school that LMA goes to.  It's actually a fitness/aquatic center but the teacher there, in my opinion, is priceless.  She was LMA's teacher last year when Daddy was away for school, so going into this year she knew all about what was going on with Daddy going to Cuba.  On this day, they are talking about caterpillars and how they form a cocoon so they can change into a butterfly.  That's exactly what LMA is sometimes to me... a butterfly in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2490481182630887658?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2490481182630887658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2490481182630887658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2490481182630887658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2490481182630887658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/butterfly-in-disguise.html' title='A butterfly in disguise'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtDZUuKR78c/TYVepfqpGTI/AAAAAAAABdA/R7Yf3V9Mdz8/s72-c/DSC05663.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1002206799071377999</id><published>2011-03-20T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:46:00.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>A quick moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3S6WIEwymE/TYVceYzm1tI/AAAAAAAABc4/WZHJL8mG2Kc/s1600/DSC05644.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3S6WIEwymE/TYVceYzm1tI/AAAAAAAABc4/WZHJL8mG2Kc/s320/DSC05644.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972589947705042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught this shot through the windows while I was getting ready for dinner.  BBZ kept rearranging himself before he finally settled down.  Shortly afterwards, LMA came to join but BBZ quickly stood up making me miss the opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1002206799071377999?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1002206799071377999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1002206799071377999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1002206799071377999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1002206799071377999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/quick-moment.html' title='A quick moment'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3S6WIEwymE/TYVceYzm1tI/AAAAAAAABc4/WZHJL8mG2Kc/s72-c/DSC05644.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2363082442177739035</id><published>2011-03-19T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:46:01.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think one of the main reasons why I haven't been posting all that much is I feel as though I need to include this big long elaborate entry.  Well, I definitely don't have time for that.  So what I have decided to do instead was something a friend of mine has been doing for awhile.  A Picture of the Day.  Here's the first one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7z63WHQ9CQ/TYVb6sSbt9I/AAAAAAAABcw/pX7fvqrMrtg/s320/DSC05641.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585971976701982674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm weather lately has been getting us outside.  Both boys have been thoroughly enjoying!  This day, LMA wanted to play hide-n-seek.  He chose to hide behind the bushes.... in the mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2363082442177739035?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2363082442177739035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2363082442177739035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2363082442177739035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2363082442177739035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7z63WHQ9CQ/TYVb6sSbt9I/AAAAAAAABcw/pX7fvqrMrtg/s72-c/DSC05641.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7098998667409681962</id><published>2011-03-01T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:01:00.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Just do it already</title><content type='html'>So I finally did it.  I signed up for my first 5K.  I still can't believe I'm turning into a runner. Although I have no desire to be an avid runner, it seems as though its happening whether I like it or not.  Because I've actually signed up for two 5K's, both in May.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started my new diet/exercise regime after the first of the year, a dear friend of mine suggested I sign up and run a 5K.  Thinking what the hell, I never thought I would actually follow through with it.  I mean, I had full intention of doing that, but sometimes it just doesn't happen for one reason or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to my surprise I've kept up with the exercise.  Along the way, I turned to another friend for running advice.  She was able to give me a great 5K plan that gave me day to day instructions on how to go from couch potato to 5K runner in 8 weeks.  Not only have I been able to complete a 5K run without stopping in 37 minutes, along the way I've lost 7 pounds (a safe amount over the course of 8 weeks, but I would have liked more) and 2 inches total.  All within 8 weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I think about it, this totally baffles my mind.  I mean, I'm running 3.18 miles without stopping and I want to go faster and longer.  My ultimate goal:  To run the 5 K in 30 minutes or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm going to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing up for the 5K was by far the BEST advice my friend has ever given me.  Not only because  I just feel good to just run sometimes, I've had something else to focus on rather than just the weight loss.  I know I am gaining muscle and losing fat which is why the scale is not as low I wish it would be, but I also know it will get there.  Also, I feel as though I am setting a good example for my children.  That your health, both physical and mental, is extremely important.  You can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stay tuned.  March should be fun with interval training so I can reach my goal.  Who knows?  Maybe before the end of the year, I'll be running a 10K.  Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7098998667409681962?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7098998667409681962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7098998667409681962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7098998667409681962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7098998667409681962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-do-it-already.html' title='Just do it already'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5059072907785915885</id><published>2011-02-25T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:55:00.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><title type='text'>Pictures Speak a 1000 words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we are trying again for the passports this week.  Hopefully, since we will be more prepared this time around, things will go a little more smoothly.  I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But during the picture taking process, LMA was of course a little silly.  After every single picture, he would ask, "Can I see it, Mom?"  For whatever reason, I was trying to capture the perfect one.  Alas, a passport photo for a child does NOT need to be perfect, nor will it ever be for that matter.  But these ones?  Let's just say, pictures really do speak a 1000 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--E_mfvg_O4U/TWW7LCeHcvI/AAAAAAAABcg/LI9aaqj3yzk/s320/SillyAnsen.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577069511884370674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5059072907785915885?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5059072907785915885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5059072907785915885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5059072907785915885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5059072907785915885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures-speak-1000-words.html' title='Pictures Speak a 1000 words'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--E_mfvg_O4U/TWW7LCeHcvI/AAAAAAAABcg/LI9aaqj3yzk/s72-c/SillyAnsen.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1155392852371933395</id><published>2011-02-23T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:55:00.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation is what I need'/><title type='text'>Reached my limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know sometimes parents, especially stay-at-home moms and dads, reach a certain point where they really can't go any further.  When we reach our threshold for maximum whining, yelling, hitting (done by children to their siblings), housework, etc, etc.   Shoot, even if you are not a parent, there just comes a time when you say, "Enough!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, I've officially reached that.  Last week, while trying to get the passports for the boys, I decided I needed to get away. Between hubby kidding around about living in 80 degree weather every single day (I still love you, dear.), LMA wanting nothing more than his daddy to come home, and not knowing what BBZ wants from day to day, I'm officially done.  My run away destination?  New York to see my awesome aunt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anxiousmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wenderina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and my talented uncle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://artisticbalance.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Although most of the time that I was away from home involved traveling by train to NY and also traveling by car to a great retreat from the snow, it was nice to get away.  I would definitely travel via train to NY again, but this time I would make sure to stay for a few more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carl and I traveled to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;J. L. Popp, Jr.  Butterfly Conservatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; just outside of Binghamton, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  It was a long 3 hour drive and we were a little nervous that it was closed once we arrived, but it was like finding an oasis in the middle of the cold winter's day in NY.   Here are a few of the pics that I took that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Xmi6P32xo/TWRyfiuCqfI/AAAAAAAABcY/hxFdKjKSiSk/s320/conservatory.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576708124812945906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were a little rushed to get back for a dinner party for Wenderina and Carl (I stayed at home and tried to catch up on my reading).  We were only there for an hour and a half, but I would definitely go back again.  It's amazing how many birds and butterflies, and reptiles were in such a small space, and it was REALLY nice to be able to have the place to ourselves.  It made moving around the lizard on the floor, sitting in the middle of the pathway to take a picture of an oncoming tortoise, and following the hummingbirds around (or was he following me?) a lot easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thank you both for letting me "run away from home" for 36 hours.  It was exactly what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tjJagfIUso/TWRu_gsqFFI/AAAAAAAABbg/o3RMnYscFRw/s1600/DSC05448.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_X_N_QxPm_o/TWRu_h7MJ6I/AAAAAAAABbY/o8RlJ72xMjo/s1600/DSC05437.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_X_N_QxPm_o/TWRu_h7MJ6I/AAAAAAAABbY/o8RlJ72xMjo/s1600/DSC05437.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_X_N_QxPm_o/TWRu_h7MJ6I/AAAAAAAABbY/o8RlJ72xMjo/s1600/DSC05437.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1155392852371933395?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1155392852371933395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1155392852371933395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1155392852371933395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1155392852371933395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/reached-my-limit.html' title='Reached my limit'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Xmi6P32xo/TWRyfiuCqfI/AAAAAAAABcY/hxFdKjKSiSk/s72-c/conservatory.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8038559414121126027</id><published>2011-02-22T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:52:51.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation is what I need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>Passport to Hell</title><content type='html'>I was going to be nice in the title, but it really was hell today.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've started planning our trip to Cuba in April.  I've already received my security clearance packet and papers and will be on a plane headed for Cuba on April 9th.  I'll be bringing hubby home for a week and then we the four of us will be heading back to Cuba for the second week of hubby's leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys, however, need passports.  I, being the dim-headed mother that I am, didn't order BBZ's birth certificate after he was born.  So, I've been waiting to receive that to get his passport.  That finally came on Friday, so today I tried to take good passport photos at home rather than spending $20 at CVS or Walgreens.  After several attempts to capture NO shadows behind their heads, I gave up.  We headed to Walgreens where some joe schmo took a photo with his little Kodak camera with a white backdrop in from of a refrigerator door.  The dude didn't even get down of the boys level so the pictures looked like he was 10 feet tall taking the photos on my 34 inch child.  To boost up BBZ a little more, and to keep him still, I had him stand on an upside down shopping basket.  He finally captured the right photo, but come to find out later he didn't proportion the size of the boys' heads big enough.  And then because he was shooting at eye level, BBZ looks like he has no chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I paid for the darn photos, and headed to the post office, the only one in the area that accepted passport applications.  Not thinking passports would be a high commodity in the area, I was not prepared at all.  Ok, somewhat, I at least brought a snack and drink for the boys.  I get there at 10:30am and the PO box area is full.  There is another family there with four children who were already there waiting since 9:30am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally got to the window, both boys had fallen and hit their heads, were tired, hungry, and just plain done with being there.  I totally third that, but alas we needed to finish.  Our applications?  Were not complete.  Apparently, a power of attorney for hubby directly from the government was not good enough unless it specifically stated I could get a passport for my children alone.  Because god forbid if I wanted to flee to someplace like, Cuba, with my children.  To go see their daddy!  Which my application specifically said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the stay, which totaled to just under 2 hours, I had accomplished nothing.  I was pissed.  I contacted daddy and he was able to get the correct form out, but it wouldn't get here for another week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I need to do this all over again this week so we can get them in time.  This time - I will be prepared in more ways than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Previously drafted on February 8, 2011.  Finally printed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8038559414121126027?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8038559414121126027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8038559414121126027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8038559414121126027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8038559414121126027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/passport-to-hell.html' title='Passport to Hell'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8423870988590145246</id><published>2011-01-18T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:38:00.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>Our new countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little Man A is still "dealing" with Daddy being gone.  His new way of dealing involves asking about all things Army.  The other day he wanted to hear an Army song.  So we went to iTunes where we downloaded, "The Army is Rolling Along".  Then he wanted to see Army trucks, particularly Army dump trucks.  Then he wanted to watch an Army movie.  That one, I didn't come through with, because well, let's face it.  I'm not sure I could find a child friendly Army movie.  He even gave Daddy an assignment for the weekend to take pictures of an Army dump truck, the huge iguanas that Daddy keeps talking about, the house where he lives, and his house phone (which actually happens to be the exact same phone we have here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other way we are dealing is with our new way of counting down.  As of right now, we are planning on seeing Daddy in April.  Whether or not this actually happens all depends on the Army, of course.  On New Years Day, I counted out 106 paper strips to put them together to make a chain.  Each month is labeled and is a different color just so we know we are on track.  Then I marked each chain by 5's.  It's a good thing I did this because 3 days went by last week before we pulled off some links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TTJpwyxLXFI/AAAAAAAABbM/DKwvFbcsW7I/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562624776738659410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So far we haven't had any major meltdowns like we did last month.  Some days are still better than others, especially if BBZ doesn't wake everyone up at 6:30am!  Most days, we get through the daily routine okay.  But it's been awesome to see LMA's face every night when he pulls off one more link of the chain.  And then when I have to move the chain lower we all get excited knowing that April is getting closer every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So let the countdown begin.  I just hope the Army doesn't mess this one up or they are going to have one pissed off kid on their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8423870988590145246?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8423870988590145246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8423870988590145246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8423870988590145246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8423870988590145246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-new-countdown.html' title='Our new countdown'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TTJpwyxLXFI/AAAAAAAABbM/DKwvFbcsW7I/s72-c/IMG_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2240564234810151348</id><published>2011-01-17T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:11:04.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>End of Week 2</title><content type='html'>I'm at the end of week 2 of working out.  Unfortunately, I'm not seeing any differences on the scale yet, but I have seen some other changes.  For one, I've already started to notice that my jeans are fitting better, especially in my legs.  Guess those inner and outer thigh workouts are really paying off.  Oh, yea, and all those squats!  The other?  I'm not dying after a 30 minute workout.  Even with Jillian Michaels.  I guess it's time to kick it up a notch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've consulted a few friends who I know run for a workout.  My favorite actually came from a grade school friend who was overweight all the way until the end of high school.  In college, she turned to running and now, after having 2 children, she is super woman!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I started Week 1 of her plan.  An awesome routine to run my 5K by May 1st.  Although it doesn't seem like much, to someone who is technically starting off from the couch, it's a lot.  For Week 1, I have to run 2 minutes, then walk 4 minutes.  I've made sure to make the walk a brisk one to keep my heart rate up.  Repeating this 5 times until 30 minutes have passed nearly killed me the other day.  Hopefully by the end of week 1, I'll notice a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Week 2 to week 10, I basically increase the running and decrease the walking by one minute increments.  Hopefully, if all goes well, I should be running 30 minutes straight by week 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now?  I'm not seeing it.  But I'm determined.  And boy will this surprise hubby when I can run along side him while we cruise the Cuban shore in April.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Postscript:  I weighed myself this morning and was down 2.5 pounds!  And I ran 3 minutes straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2240564234810151348?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2240564234810151348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2240564234810151348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2240564234810151348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2240564234810151348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-week-2.html' title='End of Week 2'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3851684865606901807</id><published>2011-01-08T21:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:23:39.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Work-Out with On Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you know that if you have On Demand with your cable company, you can work out at home for FREE??  I LOVE that word!  With On Demand Exercise TV, I can do a different 30 minute workout every day for an entire month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of purchasing several work-out videos that just take up space, you can work out with Jillian Michaels from The Biggest Loser with her 30 Day Shred video.  20 minutes later and I promise you will be begging for mercy.  Ok, maybe not mercy, but you'll be sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSkbI_hSx7I/AAAAAAAABa8/a4NUi3hltEY/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560005056269567922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to take it up a notch, add in Nicole Stewart's 10 min work-out, Leg Slimmer and Toner. 10 minutes doesn't sound like very much, but that one hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSkbScM4ieI/AAAAAAAABbE/ED2qpwr14lM/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560005218587412962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 30 minutes of working out, what did I learn?  Well, next time make sure I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt, not pj pants and a long sleeve shirt (because it was a pj day after all).  And I really should wear a sports bra too considering the amount of jumping jacks and jump rope movements she does in just 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who needs to go to the gym on the weekends when you can stay home where its nice and warm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3851684865606901807?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3851684865606901807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3851684865606901807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3851684865606901807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3851684865606901807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-out-with-on-demand.html' title='Work-Out with On Demand'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSkbI_hSx7I/AAAAAAAABa8/a4NUi3hltEY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5628675550518721977</id><published>2011-01-06T21:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:27:49.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Tackling the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaDr4WMnKI/AAAAAAAABa0/8ks5fhce8AE/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and New Years Eve.  I have so much to say yet really don't know where to start.  Maybe its the distraction in the back ground, or the lack of sleep from taking care of a sick child, but I do know where I'm headed for 2011 at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I REALLY need to get back into scrapbooking.  I mean, hello.  Three years ago I announced on here that I was starting my business Scraps 2 Remember.   Since BBZ has been born, I haven't been at the drafting table.  So New Years Resolution #1, Back to Scrapbooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years Resolution #2: Back to Horseback riding.  Maybe not right now since I am not a big fan of the cold, but I definitely would like to this spring.  I have a couple places in mind that aren't very far away.  And I'm sure LMA would LOVE to get up, if not get close, to a horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years Resolution #3:  Yes, I am one of those that makes a new years resolution to lose weight.  I've needed to lose weight since BBZ has been born.  At first I was saying I was doing enough chasing around two children, but obviously calories burned are not even close to the calories consumed.  Last year, after hubby left for Cuba I finally started using the Wii system and the Fit Board to do yoga and of course, make LMA run around the room crazy before bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time, I have a different approach.  I have a few things on my side this time around that I hope are going to help me finally shed these pounds.  And I would like to do it all before I hopefully see hubby in April (I say, hopefully because you never know with the military but right now we are planning to see him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weapons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A)  iPod Touch 4th Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaCYXtskgI/AAAAAAAABac/Ur8KEbtroh0/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274145229607426" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't think I would ever want one of these, but since I have been fighting with AT&amp;amp;T for the past 6 months to get an iphone for less than $300, I settled on this.  I shouldn't even say settle because this thing is AWESOME!  Now I don't even need an iphone.  So there, AT&amp;amp;T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B)  A gym membership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaCmviH0oI/AAAAAAAABak/14aLZ-nlHQk/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274392141681282" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no had a gym membership since hubby and I lived in Arlington, TX, which was in 2002.  Since leaving TX I've used the apartment complex "gym" or nothing at all since we have been here in VA.  They gave me an awesome deal with childcare for a one year contract.  And if we move when hubby comes home in August? We show them a copy of his orders and we can cancel for free.  Until then, after I drop off LMA to school on Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I'll be heading in that general direction for at least an hour.  I just might try my moves in a Zumba class, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C)  And these....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaC3L8u1lI/AAAAAAAABas/C076EJB699s/s200/DSC05171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274674647389778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these aren't  your average sneakers.  These?  Are running shoes.  Cost?  $100.  I've NEVER spent that much money on a pair of shoes.  Ok, once, but they were leather custom riding boots that I still have and will never let go of until they are no good.  Although to justify the purchase, I haven't purchase actual sneakers since October 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I do this?  Because my last and final weapon for the new year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D)  A goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaDr4WMnKI/AAAAAAAABa0/8ks5fhce8AE/s200/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559275579918556322" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ok, not this one, but it was a good clip art from google.  Yes, I am going to run/walk a 5K this spring.  I mean, it's only 3.18 miles so I could technically run it all right now, but it would take me close to an hour to complete.  And to make sure I do it, I am going to register this month for it.  Pre-registration saves a good chunk of change and is a excellent incentive.  I mean, I don't  want to throw mine, I mean, hubby's money away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So, now that I've almost completed my first week of training, what do I think?  I'm going to be very sore tomorrow .... and the next day ... and the next day.  But, I know it's going to be all worth it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Watch out 2011.  I'm coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5628675550518721977?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5628675550518721977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5628675550518721977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5628675550518721977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5628675550518721977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/tackling-new-year.html' title='Tackling the New Year'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TSaCYXtskgI/AAAAAAAABac/Ur8KEbtroh0/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-644515407656481495</id><published>2010-12-02T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:06:48.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Herding Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vCB7RqGS684?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought  this was worth sharing.  I absolutely love the idea!  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-644515407656481495?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/644515407656481495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=644515407656481495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/644515407656481495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/644515407656481495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/herding-cats.html' title='Herding Cats'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vCB7RqGS684/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3170966932600197642</id><published>2010-12-01T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:45:24.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>(Not) Dealing with it</title><content type='html'>As a military wife, I am suppose to be the backbone of the family.  I am suppose to be strong, confident, tend to both myself and my children while not complaining one bit that my husband might be some place else warm and defending our country.  Even though he might not want - strike that - does not want to be there without his family, I still envy him when both boys start to act up and I feel as though I can barely make it through the rest of the day.  But should I really mention this to hubby/Daddy?  Nope.  I am to remain strong so he can focus and accomplish the task at hand so he can just come home when his time is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Daddy left for Cuba almost 3 months ago (boy does it seem and how I wish it were longer), LMA has been dealing with Daddy being gone.  Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've noticed LMA's attention span dwindling.  Incident reports are being handed to me on a daily basis, it seems, from his school teacher.  Temper tantrums are at an all time high.  He's constantly acting as if he is tired, at least that's what he tells me.  Some of this has changed, like acting bored, since Pop-pop has arrived last month, but the others are still affecting our daily life.  I've even gone so far as to wonder if he is starting to show signs of ADD.  But my mother assures me that he is not.  He wouldn't be able to sit still for 20 minutes while you read him a or several books, he wouldn't be able to sit still for 20 minutes while he plays with his LEGOS, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, after waking up at 7am (I know for some that is sleeping in, but for my first born he should really be sleeping in until 8am), I was determined to make him have "quiet time".  He of course thinks that includes sleeping, but to me its' just simply "down time".  So that's what we are calling it now.  He, on the other hand, was determined to fight me the entire way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked, or should I say, I walked with LMA being dragged behind, into his room.  I, with book in hand (&lt;i&gt;"How to talk to children and how to listen so children will talk")&lt;/i&gt;, sat down in the middle of the room and began to pick out some books for him.  He wanted to play.  And was completely focused on that and nothing else.  When he moved closer to the closed door, I would pulled him back into the room.  Finally I sat in front of the door.  When he came close again, I grabbed him and gave him the biggest bear hug.  This time, I was going to take the squeeze approach to handling this tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wriggling what seemed like 5 minutes, I finally began to whisper words in his ear.  "Daddy loves you, A.  Daddy misses you, A.  Mommy loves you, A.  Mommy loves you so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply?  "I don't love Daddy.  I don't  miss Daddy.  I don't love you, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept repeating the words over and over, even though he was still wriggling and yelling "Let me go!"  I held tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I asked, "Tell me how you are feeling.  Are you mad the Army took Daddy away?  Are you sad he's not here?  Do you want to draw how you feel?  If you were a color, what color would you be right now?" These just happened to be ideas about tantrums in the book that I was able to read while he was trying to sneak out of his room.  This caught his attention.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he finally calmed down and we talked about how he felt, we settled down on his bed to read &lt;i&gt;"The Velveteen Rabbit"&lt;/i&gt;.  If it wasn't for the fact that he had to go pee halfway through the book, I'm fairly certain he would have fallen asleep.  Even still, just laying down, listening intently to the story seemed to calm him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I'm lost as to how to make his daily life better without Daddy here.  I'm determined to have him spend at least 30 minutes in his room reading.  It doesn't have to be in his bed, so maybe that will appeal to him.  Last night though, while reading the "Parade" magazine from the sunday paper, I found an article about &lt;a href="http://www.flatdaddies.com/"&gt;Flat Daddies.&lt;/a&gt;  The story, about a mother of three who's husband has been deployed several times and has missed all 3 of his three-year-old daughter's birthdays, talked about the adventures with their Flat Daddy.  He spends almost every occasion with them even going to Chuck E Cheeses, the mall, birthday parties, and of course, holidays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, I decided, is my answer.  If I order it this week, we should have a Flat Daddy by Christmas.  I was hoping we could get it in time for LMA's birthday party, the week prior which also happens to be Daddy's birthday, but I almost think that Christmas would be even better.  Of course, hubby is going to wonder what the hell is going thru my head.  I have to hope for the best.  If it doesn't work, then maybe it'll help us, not just LMA, remember that Daddy is still a part of this family.  Even if he is hundreds of miles away he's still here in our hearts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3170966932600197642?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3170966932600197642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3170966932600197642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3170966932600197642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3170966932600197642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-dealing-with-it.html' title='(Not) Dealing with it'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6596655575596989939</id><published>2010-11-09T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:47:40.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation is what I need'/><title type='text'>All for me??  You shouldn't have.</title><content type='html'>No, really.  I wish he hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMA has officially entered the 4 year old stage where everything is overly emotional, overly exaggerated, overly everything.  It's like living with myself while on PMS ALL. THE. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day when he decided that he couldn't put his clothes on all by himself like he has been doing now for the last few months, he went WAY over board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For four hours he walked around in his underwear crying, "I CAAAN'T put my shirt on, MA-OOOM!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mother that I am I told him, "Yes, you can.  Go into your room and try again."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me there were times when I wanted to say, "Fine, A!  You win.  Come here and I"ll put on your d#@$m shirt!"  but unfortunately for him, I did not.  It was the basic principle of it.  I knew he could and he just wanted attention.  And every temper tantrum needs an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I had finally had enough I asked him to just put on his pants.  Ok, he could do that, but the shirt thing was still throwing him for a loop.  Now mind you, this is the same child who for almost 4 years I have been putting on his own socks.  One day, right in front of me while I was dressing BBZ, he decides to do it all by himself.  I was astonished.  Thrilled to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the four hours, after I knew he was cold with no shirt, no socks on, I finally gave in.  Just a little.  I walked into his room and told him to "show me on you are putting on your shirt."  Wouldn't you know, he did it just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  You really shouldn't have.  Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6596655575596989939?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6596655575596989939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6596655575596989939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6596655575596989939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6596655575596989939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-for-me-you-shouldnt-have.html' title='All for me??  You shouldn&apos;t have.'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6817811920339709038</id><published>2010-11-04T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:28:00.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled?</title><content type='html'>Since Daddy has been gone, LMA has been, well a little bored with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish Daddy were here so I could have someone to play with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4m2D2Hx4I/AAAAAAAABZw/pK3D_mtDfaI/s1600/puzzled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4m2D2Hx4I/AAAAAAAABZw/pK3D_mtDfaI/s320/puzzled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534403702272018306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times I am trying WAY too hard to do everything and keep both boys entertained (although I'm pretty sure if you gave them a cardboard box they would be perfectly fine).  Unfortunately, it's really taken a toll on LMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, in just two more weeks, he'll have someone to play with once again.  And that means, I'll be able to relax just a little bit myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4mp82U1fI/AAAAAAAABZo/r2Cu89ZYn7Y/s1600/DSC03994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4mp82U1fI/AAAAAAAABZo/r2Cu89ZYn7Y/s320/DSC03994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534403494235395570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you are ready to join the crazy house again, Dad?  Well, we're waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6817811920339709038?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6817811920339709038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6817811920339709038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6817811920339709038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6817811920339709038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4m2D2Hx4I/AAAAAAAABZw/pK3D_mtDfaI/s72-c/puzzled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-780953299262574524</id><published>2010-11-03T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:15:00.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><title type='text'>Dinner for Three</title><content type='html'>Well, now that BBZ is a year old, I assume he can eat the same stuff as the rest of us.  And he can for the most part, they just need to be in smaller pieces or when he shovels everything into his mouth it kind of "back fires" if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, while I was preparing plates for dinner, I had to stop myself and do a double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4jIrJ0wyI/AAAAAAAABY4/DRXw_g8In3I/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4jIrJ0wyI/AAAAAAAABY4/DRXw_g8In3I/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399624014775074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually preparing dinner for three again.  This time however, it's for two small people and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Daddy gets home next year, it will be for four.  I wonder what the plates will look like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Added note:  The boys did NOT finish everything on their plates but came pretty close to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-780953299262574524?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/780953299262574524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=780953299262574524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/780953299262574524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/780953299262574524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinner-for-three.html' title='Dinner for Three'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4jIrJ0wyI/AAAAAAAABY4/DRXw_g8In3I/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1814453694977454203</id><published>2010-11-02T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:13:00.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><title type='text'>His boots</title><content type='html'>Just like a real fireman, LMA knows how to wear the boots in the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4ieaAq0uI/AAAAAAAABYw/UwU6yCXZim0/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4ieaAq0uI/AAAAAAAABYw/UwU6yCXZim0/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398897858466530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1814453694977454203?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1814453694977454203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1814453694977454203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1814453694977454203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1814453694977454203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-boots.html' title='His boots'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4ieaAq0uI/AAAAAAAABYw/UwU6yCXZim0/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7501040455722904027</id><published>2010-11-01T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:48:00.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>So after a very long weekend of running the boys around to different trick or treating events, I eventually learned that I should not have looked any further than my own street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities started on Friday when LMA was able to dress up like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4cpwVoiRI/AAAAAAAABYg/zLVOcWx5Vik/s1600/fireman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4cpwVoiRI/AAAAAAAABYg/zLVOcWx5Vik/s320/fireman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534392495760771346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuddos to Gramma for putting this excellent suit together!!  I was able to stop by the fire station last weekend to take a picture of the back and she did an excellent job mimicking the design.  I'm sure he will be wearing this for AT LEAST the next year (although he has already decided that he wants to be the Transformer, Optimus Prime next year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had several options:  A fall festival run by our local HOA, Trick or Treating at a local grocery store strip center, and Trunk or Treat at a local church.  Since A couldn't get decide if he wanted to play around or get dressed we decided on the first one in the afternoon.  Thankfully it was adjacent to our wooden playground because there was nothing exciting about this "festival" at all.  After dinner, we ventured out to the church for Trunk or treating, moon bounces, FREE Chick fil A, and caramel apples.  Although it sounds like fun, it was actually just fun for me and A.  Z was strapped to the stroller the entire time (I tried to let him roam free but we wouldn't stay around us).  On top of that it was cold and EXTREMELY crowded (probably because it was the only event in the area for that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4gl7-IHSI/AAAAAAAABYo/otmu4Y11P_Q/s1600/TorT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4gl7-IHSI/AAAAAAAABYo/otmu4Y11P_Q/s320/TorT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396828210437410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we weren't going to do anything but stay home because Saturday night I was up with BBZ ALL NIGHT LONG!  He started coughing uncontrollably at 10:30pm so I took him into our bed to help prop him up.  That seemed to help but then he couldn't breathe at all.  I tried Baby VapoRub but when 30 minutes went by with him coughing non-stop I reached for Triaminic (even though I'm pretty sure I should not have according to the directions).  We both fell asleep until 4am when the coughing started again.  By 4:45am I had had enough.  I took him downstairs to sit in the hot steamy shower with him.  He got to play with toys that LMA wouldn't let him play with the previous night and was finally able to breathe.  After a quick breakfast he was ready to go back to sleep... and did until 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, we went to get LMA's haircut and played outside.  BBZ has taken to stepping up and down steps (fortunately not our inside house steps yet) and decided he could step down our concrete front steps on his own.  That just added to the rest of the scrapes and bruises on his head.  After an early rise from both their naps, I decided to head to the mall and trick or treat there.  BIG mistake.  There were more people there than the Trunk or Treat the night before.  Afterwards, we went to McD's for a quick dinner and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our street and I noticed that there were quite a few porch lights on (and a small group traveling down the cul de sac), I decided I should show LMA the true meaning of Trick or Treating.  In a short 30 minutes (plus a few extra to chit chat with the neighbors), we were able to fill up his pumpkin bag, BBZ was able to roam around freely, and both were able to get some needed exercise before bedtime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lhv2dVRI/AAAAAAAABZg/Dt1pEXhuL4c/s1600/DSC04598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lhv2dVRI/AAAAAAAABZg/Dt1pEXhuL4c/s320/DSC04598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534402253795710226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'll know better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7501040455722904027?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7501040455722904027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7501040455722904027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7501040455722904027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7501040455722904027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4cpwVoiRI/AAAAAAAABYg/zLVOcWx5Vik/s72-c/fireman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2533366506451487477</id><published>2010-10-31T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:26:38.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lUBs70tI/AAAAAAAABZY/qmZCiYVGG9c/s1600/DSC04589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lUBs70tI/AAAAAAAABZY/qmZCiYVGG9c/s320/DSC04589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534402018069435090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lPSkEixI/AAAAAAAABZQ/OSxXbxPvCIA/s1600/DSC04585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lPSkEixI/AAAAAAAABZQ/OSxXbxPvCIA/s320/DSC04585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401936696314642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4kPJniNpI/AAAAAAAABZI/Cz0yQqiLG8g/s1600/monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4kPJniNpI/AAAAAAAABZI/Cz0yQqiLG8g/s320/monkeys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534400834783295122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4kOjCYi9I/AAAAAAAABZA/DigN1Obgfwk/s1600/Tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4kOjCYi9I/AAAAAAAABZA/DigN1Obgfwk/s320/Tigger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534400824426925010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2533366506451487477?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2533366506451487477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2533366506451487477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2533366506451487477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2533366506451487477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TM4lUBs70tI/AAAAAAAABZY/qmZCiYVGG9c/s72-c/DSC04589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2657579858791260369</id><published>2010-10-15T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:35:00.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up so fast'/><title type='text'>A difference a year makes</title><content type='html'>Just looking through the pictures on my iphoto and stumbled across LMA's first day of school last year.  Granted there really isn't that much difference, but just a slight change in his face.  Of course now he weighs 40 pounds and is 39 inches tall.  But what a difference a year makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TKP34UfV5YI/AAAAAAAABYQ/yOIKxR4sopk/s1600/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TKP34UfV5YI/AAAAAAAABYQ/yOIKxR4sopk/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522530115031262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TKP4D_7HCII/AAAAAAAABYY/fFD0WsMk8Yg/s1600/DSC03912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TKP4D_7HCII/AAAAAAAABYY/fFD0WsMk8Yg/s320/DSC03912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522530315669014658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2657579858791260369?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2657579858791260369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2657579858791260369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2657579858791260369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2657579858791260369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/10/difference-year-makes.html' title='A difference a year makes'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TKP34UfV5YI/AAAAAAAABYQ/yOIKxR4sopk/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1455572523546273349</id><published>2010-09-30T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:50:00.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Attention: Vacation mode</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, the two boys and I are traveling across country on an 8-hour plane ride to visit Gramma and Pop-pop in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane, right?  Two kids by myself on a plane for 8 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the positive side is that when we get off the plane, we are going to have a wonderful time!  Or at least I better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No set schedule, just a couple places that we are looking forward to visiting, and lots of fun things to do at the resort.  Like a water park with a 140 foot slide that goes down the side of the mountain!  Is that not cool?  Also while we are there, we will be celebrating BBZ's first birthday!  Already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll elaborate on the good and not-so-good times when we return in 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1455572523546273349?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1455572523546273349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1455572523546273349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1455572523546273349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1455572523546273349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/attention-vacation-mode.html' title='Attention: Vacation mode'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-704183514740003795</id><published>2010-09-29T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:43:00.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My new love</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, hubby.  It's not a person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months I have been looking for the perfect water bottle.  Has to be stainless steel, has a straw, and MUST be at least 16 ounces.  I tried the Camelback stainless steel, but it isn't insulated so the ice doesn't stay frozen for very long and it really sweats on the outside when filled with ice.  I tried accepting my Bubba Mug, but the damn thing was so top heavy it kept falling over and leaking water because I wanted to use a straw rather than the opening spout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJwClum116I/AAAAAAAABYI/xRw5kivktk8/s1600/Photo219.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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJwClum116I/AAAAAAAABYI/xRw5kivktk8/s320/Photo219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520290090438743970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful?  By Thermos, insulated stainless steel 16 ounce bottle with straw for either hot or cold drinks.  We already have 3 of the 12 ounce ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-704183514740003795?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/704183514740003795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=704183514740003795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/704183514740003795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/704183514740003795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-love.html' title='My new love'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJwClum116I/AAAAAAAABYI/xRw5kivktk8/s72-c/Photo219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-753549970559637921</id><published>2010-09-28T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:48:00.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><title type='text'>Picture of the day</title><content type='html'>After each meal we have a rule that LMA helps clean up the table... or at least his dishes taken to the sink.  He's even gone so far as to dump his leftover food in the trash for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day after dinner, after LMA had already cleaned up his area, I took my things to the sink and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpd_C-HbaI/AAAAAAAABX4/rwBAj40t8qw/s1600/P9210027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpd_C-HbaI/AAAAAAAABX4/rwBAj40t8qw/s320/P9210027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519827631006510498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know he could reach that far into the sink let alone carefully stack all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he told me that he made a "mountain with his dishes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-753549970559637921?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/753549970559637921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=753549970559637921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/753549970559637921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/753549970559637921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the day'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpd_C-HbaI/AAAAAAAABX4/rwBAj40t8qw/s72-c/P9210027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2255623495676920641</id><published>2010-09-27T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:28:00.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Can you say a bargain?</title><content type='html'>I know, I've done this before, but I just can't help myself.  Because of my sale/coupons buys hubby took more than enough shaving cream, deodorant, toothpaste, and razors to last him the entire year - or at least that was the plan.  I'm sure the other guys are going to look at him funny, but I don't care.  I saved money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one that I did today at CVS.  The only thing not included in the pic was 3 boxes of tissue which we took to LMA's school to help out with supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpaArXW3mI/AAAAAAAABXw/-F4GOToE9UE/s1600/P9220029.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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpaArXW3mI/AAAAAAAABXw/-F4GOToE9UE/s320/P9220029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519823260983156322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for less than $10!  The deodorant alone was originally priced at $2.79 and the toothpaste was $3.29 each.  This week with the CVS card you get $2 back when you purchase Right Guard deodorant, up to three (that's $6 back right there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Yes, dear.  This is next year's supply of toothpaste, shaving cream, and deodorant.  And yes.  Those m&amp;amp;m's are for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2255623495676920641?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2255623495676920641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2255623495676920641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2255623495676920641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2255623495676920641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-you-say-bargain.html' title='Can you say a bargain?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TJpaArXW3mI/AAAAAAAABXw/-F4GOToE9UE/s72-c/P9220029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7750217736658489468</id><published>2010-09-24T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:43:00.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother Z'/><title type='text'>Watch him go!</title><content type='html'>We interrupt this regular scheduled program with .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid219.photobucket.com/albums/cc86/jrsalazar1642/Baby brother Z/P9200022.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started taking a few steps just before Daddy left.  I thought for sure he was going to be running by the end of the week, but thankfully he is taking his time.  He won't use anything for support either.  Not my hands, brothers hand, or a walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm scared.  This one is a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok, Daddy.  So it wasn't 5 feet but I bet those two feet felt like it to him.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7750217736658489468?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7750217736658489468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7750217736658489468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7750217736658489468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7750217736658489468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-him-go.html' title='Watch him go!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4701976809026072510</id><published>2010-09-23T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:39:00.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation is what I need'/><title type='text'>Things I've learned ... in the past week</title><content type='html'>1.  95% of how a situation unfolds is determined by how I react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Organization and schedules are the key.  Oh wait.  I already knew that one.  It's just been verified even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The more I try to keep myself busy to stop from "thinking" too much, the more tired I become.  That one should have been obvious with two children in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Trying to take care of yourself and two children first thing in the morning goes smoother with tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  This is a little bit harder than we thought... and not for the reasons we thought.  Seems as though LMA has thrown a little more into the mix of how difficult this deployment will be for both hubby and I.  He is asking at least 3 times per day, "Is Daddy home yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When you are trying to convince your 3-1/2  year old to go #2 on a normal potty in a store, 5 minutes of your 11 month old crawling around on the disgusting bathroom floor and eating toilet paper can seem like an eternity!  Needless to say, bribing him with a Lego set did not convince him to just go (for the love of God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  I'm pretty sure I'll learn more about myself and my children over the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4701976809026072510?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4701976809026072510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4701976809026072510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4701976809026072510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4701976809026072510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-ive-learned-in-past-week.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned ... in the past week'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4007672462370762008</id><published>2010-09-22T09:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:45:00.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happenin'?</title><content type='html'>Where to begin?  How about hubby/Daddy is gone.  He left last Thursday.  Unfortunately the military cut that day short also.  And needless to say it was not an easy day for any of us.  Well, maybe .... no, BBZ had a bad day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe its only been a week since hubby has left.  But when I am constantly worried about how each day will pan out, it kind of slows things down.  Then add LMA asking 3x per day if Daddy is home yet... you can imagine how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully I'm organized.  Does that mean I'm not exhausted at the end of the day?  Absolutely not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for this deployment has really taken a toll on me.  So much so that I've started going to a counselor and taking some happy pills again.  I'm starting to wonder if the pills are really making any difference because it seems to me the more I talk about things, the better I actually feel.  Thankfully, I started going before hubby left so we were able to open up a little bit more about how we were both feeling about the deployment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMA is back in school which is a really good distraction for him.  Getting him ready in the morning... or should I say all three of us, have been a little bit of a challenge at times.  But it seems to be getting easier with each passing day.  The biggest set back is when I try to get him to get himself ready.  I'll try to be patient with him and if he lags a little then that just means that I need to be hurried.  Which, really isn't all that great either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put books together for both boys with pictures of Daddy and them.  I think I squeezed myself in there at least once, but it was actually more for BBZ.  Through Military One Source (and of course from Gramma), we were able to get books to read with LMA about Daddy going away.  Can't say that they have helped much.  Made me cry more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first couple of days, I started getting used to LMA saying something about Daddy being gone.  He would wake up in the morning and say he had a dream of him and Daddy playing freeze tag and hide and seek.  Wouldn't you know it hubby texted me saying he had a dream about him and LMA going fishing.  Apparently, this deployment is taking its toll on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I am okay with this deployment.  I mean, thankfully its not over to the sand box, but it is guarding the 12 or 15 worse scumbags and everyone from the CIA to the FBI will be watching their every move.  But a lot can happen in a year... a lot that Daddy will be missing.  BBZ's first birthday coupled with a vacation that we have been planning to San Diego for the past year.  LMA's 4th birthday.  It's hard to imagine that the next time Daddy will see him will be shortly before he turns 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I know once we get past counting the days, we'll be counting the weeks.  Then each month we'll be looking forward to something new.  Before we know it, Daddy could be home for 2 weeks R&amp;R.  Throw in there a few visits from Gramma and Pop-pop and I'm sure the year will be over before we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep myself busy.  I've started doing the newsletter for two organizations, my MOPS group and hubby's unit's Family Readiness Group.  I'd like to start scrapbooking again - considering I haven't even started BBZ's first year album.  I'd really like to start horseback riding again.  It's been YEARS since I've been on a horse and I really miss it.  Not only is it a workout but it's also a relaxer for me.  Hopefully it will be just like "riding a bike" again.  Not sure where I'll go yet either, but I am on the search before it gets too cold.  If not, I'll just wait until the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I've started working out again.  Yes, hubby, you would be proud.  The Wii system that he actually bought for me (or himself) for Christmas last year, I'm using for yoga.  I've tried to get up at "0 dark 30" but I just don't function that early.  Plus if I had, BBZ would have cut into my workout more than a few times already.  So I've left it to either during "quiet time" (if there is any from LMA) or just after the boys go to bed.  This way I know for a fact that I won't be interrupted.  Shouldn't anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  A lot at once, but I know hubby will be checking this more than once in awhile and once a month I've been told is definitely NOT enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4007672462370762008?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4007672462370762008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4007672462370762008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4007672462370762008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4007672462370762008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-happenin_22.html' title='What&apos;s happenin&apos;?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8152654630487366295</id><published>2010-09-21T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:38:29.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogless in D.C.</title><content type='html'>So I had a few things that I was going to blog about, because God only knows I have had things happen in our little life here in Virginia.  Alas, I have spent the last 20 minutes trying to even post them entry and I really wanted to get started on my yoga Wii lesson for today (yes, hubby.  I'm finally using it), so unfortunately it will have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, adieu.  Until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8152654630487366295?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8152654630487366295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8152654630487366295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8152654630487366295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8152654630487366295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogless-in-dc.html' title='Blogless in D.C.'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-309962208279240600</id><published>2010-08-20T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:44:39.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother Z'/><title type='text'>He likes 'em, He really likes 'em!</title><content type='html'>At nine months old, it wouldn't be unusual for you to find LMA surrounded with books and him flipping through every single one of them.  I know children can be difference as night and day, I was prepared for that.  I was really hoping that this love of books would be the same for BBZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ten months old now and could really care less about books, except maybe to chew on them.  I think it's my fault.  After BBZ was born, we continued our night time routine of reading books to LMA.  Even with BBZ in hand.  We even made BBZ wait until after we were done with books before I would give him his last feeding of the night.  Sometimes he was so outraged, that Pop-pop just fed him anyway while I was reading books to LMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found a book that he enjoys.  Picked up at the library, so I may have buy one.  I'm sure it's more to do with flipping through the pages and turning them one by one that has intrigued him, but that's definitely a start.  In these pictures, he was so enthralled with this book, "Baby: Bathtime" that he could have cared less that big brother was loving on him, that Mommy was trying to get his 10 month picture with his elephant, or that I was making TONS of animal noises to get him to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uv9OdmpI/AAAAAAAABXg/FjoujBa7gNM/s1600/DSC03762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uv9OdmpI/AAAAAAAABXg/FjoujBa7gNM/s400/DSC03762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507672270721358482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uvpOZCjI/AAAAAAAABXY/Me6cMI4sk-g/s1600/DSC03761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uvpOZCjI/AAAAAAAABXY/Me6cMI4sk-g/s400/DSC03761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507672265352350258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uu1gLrMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/caZmKPiJQbo/s1600/DSC03756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uu1gLrMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/caZmKPiJQbo/s400/DSC03756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507672251468328130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uulXIOXI/AAAAAAAABXI/a1PgvXZhxdo/s1600/DSC03755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uulXIOXI/AAAAAAAABXI/a1PgvXZhxdo/s400/DSC03755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507672247135385970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.  As long as he likes books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-309962208279240600?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/309962208279240600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=309962208279240600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/309962208279240600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/309962208279240600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-likes-em-he-really-likes-em.html' title='He likes &apos;em, He really likes &apos;em!'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TG8uv9OdmpI/AAAAAAAABXg/FjoujBa7gNM/s72-c/DSC03762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7773844306541161430</id><published>2010-08-17T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:22:00.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain.  Don't go away.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have thought of having him do this before.  LMA LOVED running in the rain.  At first he had on his rain jacket, but since it was more of a spring jacket, he changed his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGivTJy6uMI/AAAAAAAABXA/mj1QQZOmAoU/s1600/DSC03564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGivTJy6uMI/AAAAAAAABXA/mj1QQZOmAoU/s400/DSC03564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505843288042289346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got more pictures of him playing/running/having a good time with a huge puddle in the middle of our driveway, but couldn't fine the right setting to stop the motion without using the flash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7773844306541161430?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7773844306541161430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7773844306541161430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7773844306541161430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7773844306541161430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain.  Don&apos;t go away.'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGivTJy6uMI/AAAAAAAABXA/mj1QQZOmAoU/s72-c/DSC03564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-4108530314817284800</id><published>2010-08-15T22:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:01:43.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>What could he be thinking?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been close to an entire month since I posted. Lately, I just haven't been in the mood.  Occasionally, I'll have a few photos I want to share, but just can't find the words to go with it.  I should probably just post the pics considering family like Wenderina love to just see how the boys are doing.  Even the big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started talking about Daddy going away with LMA.  It started mainly by accident a couple weeks ago when I had a yard sale.  The signs I made said "Moving Sale" so everyone kept asking me, "This is the moving sale, right?"  I replied that is was going to be a moving sale, but then the military changed their mind and decided to just send hubby.  Sometimes I'm not sure what LMA is thinking.  Is he sad?  Does he understand?  Is he mad?  Does he think Daddy is going away and not coming back?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we watched a video done by Sesame Street talking about a parent, in this case Elmo's Daddy, going away for work.  I really wanted to sit down with LMA and Daddy and watch it together.  I thought maybe LMA would have questions or just want to talk about it afterwards.  Nope.  He got mad.  In a quiet way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quiet time, he wanted nothing to do with me.  "Where's Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I came out into the living room where Daddy had been taking a nap, I found this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioGLkcryI/AAAAAAAABWg/VdVoStQ3hSs/s1600/DSC03619.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioGLkcryI/AAAAAAAABWg/VdVoStQ3hSs/s320/DSC03619.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505835368598777634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioQFHI05I/AAAAAAAABWo/nsfGiLN9ojo/s1600/DSC03621.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioQFHI05I/AAAAAAAABWo/nsfGiLN9ojo/s320/DSC03621.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505835538663920530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioec5lJ4I/AAAAAAAABWw/TX_Y02wbjLM/s1600/DSC03622.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioec5lJ4I/AAAAAAAABWw/TX_Y02wbjLM/s320/DSC03622.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505835785567676290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGionZ8gaCI/AAAAAAAABW4/fDu-xFHQqNA/s1600/DSC03624.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGionZ8gaCI/AAAAAAAABW4/fDu-xFHQqNA/s320/DSC03624.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505835939393464354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what was going through his little head.  I wish I could make him understand that even though Daddy is going away for what seems like a really long time, he loves him and really doesn't want to go.  Daddy wishes he could take us with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there are two different types of reactions from children when they learn that a parent is going away for awhile.  One is to be separated, distant.  The other is my son:  attached.  Wants nothing more than to just be with Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this next year goes by fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-4108530314817284800?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4108530314817284800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=4108530314817284800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4108530314817284800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/4108530314817284800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-could-he-be-thinking.html' title='What could he be thinking?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TGioGLkcryI/AAAAAAAABWg/VdVoStQ3hSs/s72-c/DSC03619.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6223981733449935864</id><published>2010-07-19T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:51:54.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect?</title><content type='html'>Not that I really think I have any business entering a photo contest, especially one that both my father and uncle have entered, but I thought I would try my luck.  I've had some good ones, at least I think they were, but here is my favorite of LMA.  Here's the photo that I entered into Greeblemonkey Greeblepix July contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TEUOHMKJC6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/2JmGp_w7CME/s1600/GreeblepixEntryBadge-783548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TEUOHMKJC6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/2JmGp_w7CME/s320/GreeblepixEntryBadge-783548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495814436961192866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TEUOgscocdI/AAAAAAAABWY/hAFePhr2rFw/s1600/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TEUOgscocdI/AAAAAAAABWY/hAFePhr2rFw/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495814875125412306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 will be picked this Thursday by the blog author.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6223981733449935864?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6223981733449935864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6223981733449935864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6223981733449935864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6223981733449935864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TEUOHMKJC6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/2JmGp_w7CME/s72-c/GreeblepixEntryBadge-783548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-658221662830421572</id><published>2010-07-16T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:42:46.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>The Military Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>Oh, how things can change in a blink of an eye.  Sometimes I hate change.  Would prefer things to stay status quo.  Not sure why I ever decided to become a military wife or a mother then, but alas I did.  Thank goodness I love my husband and my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last week, hubby was waiting for his short term orders to come through.  One last memo needed to be added to the packet to make it complete ... oh, and then another.... oh, and one more just for good measure.  Instead of doing drill last weekend and hopefully finding out if his packet was complete and if he was ordered to start 15 July, he decided to help out Wally's World because he was gone for 2 weeks straight and he's too nice of a guy.  He opted to do it on Tuesday and Wednesday instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning he received a call from a captain at his unit asking him if he would like to volunteer for a deployment.  This captain has had hubby's name for awhile and looking out for possible deployments/mobilizations - any where.  It's been five years since hubby was deployed overseas and being a new lieutenant he's at the top of the list to be deployed again.  I would just prefer it to not be Iraq or Afghanistan (which happened to pop up and I promptly told him NO!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this opportunity came around, needless to say he was actually excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position?  At Cuba.  Guantanamo Bay.  For 330 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I?  I've already started to go through a couple phases of acceptance.  First, Denial.  "I'll wait until I actually see the orders," I thought.  Next day, orders came.  Well, at least it's not Iraq or Afghanistan, I thought.  I mean he could be selected/told he was going somewhere rather than given the opportunity to choose, I rationed.  Then I thought, it's only 10 months (or so he kept telling me.  Come to find out it's closer to 11 months.  He'll be back July 25th).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started thinking about how frustrated I get during the day and relieved I am to see him walk through the door at the end of the day.  For 11 months, he won't do that.  That's about when it hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to keep sane?&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to keep the house clean, feed the kids, laundry, take care of garbage, and everyday maintenance?&lt;br /&gt;How will LMA deal with not having Daddy around?&lt;br /&gt;He's going to miss BBZ first birthday.  Will this child really know who Daddy is when he comes home?&lt;br /&gt;How in the world am I going to dig myself out of the snow if we have another winter like last year???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I want him to take the position.  Not only is it a great opportunity for him, it's some place relatively safe, and when he comes home he'll be a 1LT (he'll be up for promotion while he's away).  At the same time, I just wish things had never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both said when he accepted his promotion last October that the next year and a half until he would make 1LT would be tough.  I just didn't think it would be this tough.  Or maybe I just thought I was tougher and able to handle anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about moving to California with my parents, or moving to Texas with a good friend, or moving back to our old neighborhood here in Virginia.  I think the best thing, especially for the boys, is to not change too many things.  Even they like status quo too sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So September 7th, we'll miss him, but I think we'll be okay.  I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-658221662830421572?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/658221662830421572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=658221662830421572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/658221662830421572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/658221662830421572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/07/military-saga-continues.html' title='The Military Saga Continues'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5833938412119970699</id><published>2010-06-29T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:59:00.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyz'/><title type='text'>Pool party fun</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it wasn't an official pool party per se, but you could have fooled LMA and BBZ.  Last week, Gramma bought a pool with a slide and basketball hoop/ring toss combo for the boys.  We blew up the slide but realized it needed to be tied down after we filled the pool with water.  Needless to say, we didn't get it secured enough for LMA to really take full advantage of it's use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away the slide and the basketball hoop/ring toss and the boys could have cared less.  I was able to catch these photos while they were having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXc6aj5qI/AAAAAAAABWI/saL7p6mMFeM/s1600/DSC03119.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXc6aj5qI/AAAAAAAABWI/saL7p6mMFeM/s320/DSC03119.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488013775156274850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXc-WcGCI/AAAAAAAABWA/RSSy30v-Ocg/s1600/DSC03118.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXc-WcGCI/AAAAAAAABWA/RSSy30v-Ocg/s320/DSC03118.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488013776212727842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXcmpfcSI/AAAAAAAABV4/N1wIGtg4btc/s1600/DSC03115.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXcmpfcSI/AAAAAAAABV4/N1wIGtg4btc/s320/DSC03115.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488013769850188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5833938412119970699?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5833938412119970699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5833938412119970699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5833938412119970699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5833938412119970699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool-party-fun.html' title='Pool party fun'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClXc6aj5qI/AAAAAAAABWI/saL7p6mMFeM/s72-c/DSC03119.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5906880633033389306</id><published>2010-06-28T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:59:43.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Running out</title><content type='html'>You know your house has turned into a play house and is over run with toys when your cats can't find a clear spot to take a nap and end up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClTLnrzLpI/AAAAAAAABVY/DVcTAjBPiBw/s1600/DSC03133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClTLnrzLpI/AAAAAAAABVY/DVcTAjBPiBw/s320/DSC03133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488009080024018578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he just liked the sunny spot and the train set just happened to get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5906880633033389306?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5906880633033389306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5906880633033389306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5906880633033389306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5906880633033389306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-out.html' title='Running out'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TClTLnrzLpI/AAAAAAAABVY/DVcTAjBPiBw/s72-c/DSC03133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-692747722156217034</id><published>2010-06-07T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:28:00.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy motherhood'/><title type='text'>Parenthood</title><content type='html'>You didn't know becoming a parent meant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Stacking today's unread newspaper on top of yesterday's unread newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;• Eating dinner like we're trying to break a world record for the most pasta swallowed in the shortest amount of time. Standing up.&lt;br /&gt;• Letting your partner choose between poop and laundry as a topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;• Figuring out how to pee without putting the baby down.&lt;br /&gt;• Wearing a bra that looks like something from a 1930s catalog.&lt;br /&gt;• Spending three hours getting the baby to sleep and then waking her up two minutes later to make sure she's still breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-692747722156217034?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/692747722156217034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=692747722156217034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/692747722156217034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/692747722156217034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/parenthood.html' title='Parenthood'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6167297794023024616</id><published>2010-06-04T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:23:00.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyz'/><title type='text'>A real pair</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to let the pictures do the talking today.  Not sure what else I can really say about these two boys, except they drive me crazy, both in a good and bad way.  But LMA steal my heart every time I see him loving on his brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these boys.  They are a real pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR9a1Ri0OI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZHo1U04n4Us/s1600/DSC03055.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR9a1Ri0OI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZHo1U04n4Us/s320/DSC03055.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640946720100578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR9apYxf0I/AAAAAAAABVI/ftaEr5LWef8/s1600/DSC03051.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR9apYxf0I/AAAAAAAABVI/ftaEr5LWef8/s320/DSC03051.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640943529197378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6167297794023024616?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6167297794023024616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6167297794023024616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6167297794023024616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6167297794023024616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-pair.html' title='A real pair'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR9a1Ri0OI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZHo1U04n4Us/s72-c/DSC03055.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-1054482403765841444</id><published>2010-06-02T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:17:00.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Momma?  What's a ...?</title><content type='html'>Little Man is in the curious phase.  More the "what's this?" and "what's that?" right now, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the why's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, when he came into the kitchen asking me a "what's this" question, I didn't think otherwise... until I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMA: Mom?  &lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yeah?  (Looking down at the dishes I was washing)&lt;br /&gt;LMA:  What's a redneck?&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  What's a redneck?  It's a.... (then I turned around to see this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR8To4dftI/AAAAAAAABVA/1ujEorAHqV0/s1600/P5310026.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR8To4dftI/AAAAAAAABVA/1ujEorAHqV0/s320/P5310026.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477639723622956754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right behind him was daddy with a huge smirk on his face.  Needless to say I didn't answer him and told him to go pick something else out to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-1054482403765841444?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1054482403765841444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=1054482403765841444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1054482403765841444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/1054482403765841444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/momma-whats.html' title='Momma?  What&apos;s a ...?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR8To4dftI/AAAAAAAABVA/1ujEorAHqV0/s72-c/P5310026.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7232190052004773756</id><published>2010-06-01T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:02:00.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day fun</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial.  I also hope everyone appreciated the military service members, both past and present, for all the freedom and effort they have done and are doing for our country.  I know I definitely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, Memorial Day weekend was also the start to pool season.  And thankfully, hubby was home or else we definitely would not have enjoyed it with just mommy on duty.  I was super excited to see how BBZ would react to the pool.  It was a little crowded, which was expected, but we had a great time.  Until of course, LMA was running and decided that on the concrete was a great place to learn how to slide into base.  Not good.  Shredded up the tops of his ankles and one knee.  (He decided to add more coals to fire last night and do it again to the knee that wasn't injured the first time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6pcFQe3I/AAAAAAAABU4/BPcfbAaWMBM/s1600/DSC03061.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6pcFQe3I/AAAAAAAABU4/BPcfbAaWMBM/s320/DSC03061.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637899120835442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6oh2z7mI/AAAAAAAABUo/WYemTJIUmaI/s1600/P5300019.jpeg"&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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6oh2z7mI/AAAAAAAABUo/WYemTJIUmaI/s320/P5300019.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637883490987618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6oScvpxI/AAAAAAAABUg/CMV1lfxQFtE/s1600/P5300017.jpeg"&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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6oScvpxI/AAAAAAAABUg/CMV1lfxQFtE/s320/P5300017.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637879355123474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after dinner we brought out our own little pool.  The water from the hose was a little cold (we tried to off set it by adding a couple gallons of hot water), but both seemed to enjoy it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6ozs6GHI/AAAAAAAABUw/8QnwMJxuldU/s1600/P5300021.jpeg"&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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6ozs6GHI/AAAAAAAABUw/8QnwMJxuldU/s320/P5300021.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637888281286770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have two water boys on my hands.  Can't wait to take them to the spray grounds water park this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-7232190052004773756?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7232190052004773756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=7232190052004773756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7232190052004773756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/7232190052004773756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day fun'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/TAR6pcFQe3I/AAAAAAAABU4/BPcfbAaWMBM/s72-c/DSC03061.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8293064581776692973</id><published>2010-05-29T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:15:17.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>Something wrong here?</title><content type='html'>I know I should be mentioning some things that have been happening around the household instead of bringing up our income, but while going over our monthly budget I had to bring it up to someone.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two months, hubby has been working security/loss prevention for Wally World.  He's really enjoyed it because of the chase and the thrill of catching someone stealing, but the pay just doesn't add up to what we were used to.  He's still trying to get back into the active duty side of the military since taking his promotion last October.  Unfortunately, we have both wondered why he took the promotion many times over the past 8 months.   We continue to remind ourselves that he just needs to get through until April when he makes First Lieutenant.  He does have a few things in the works.  It's just a matter of something panning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you know you had it made with income when you get two paychecks.  Both of which are close to the same amount.  However, one is for working 80 hours with Wally World.  The other?  THREE DAYS WITH THE MILITARY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I would ever say this, but he so needs to get back on active duty.  It'll happen.  Hopefully sooner rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8293064581776692973?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8293064581776692973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8293064581776692973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8293064581776692973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8293064581776692973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-wrong-here.html' title='Something wrong here?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2213683107956475527</id><published>2010-05-14T10:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:36:00.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy motherhood'/><title type='text'>Too crazy, yet too cute</title><content type='html'>These boys totally have me wrapped around their fingers.  When one is acting wild and crazy, usually LMA, the other one is totally cute with nothing but smiles, usually BBZ.  Craziness, yet totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUp68el0I/AAAAAAAABUY/6e3ZRRlN1Rw/s1600/DSC02957.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUp68el0I/AAAAAAAABUY/6e3ZRRlN1Rw/s320/DSC02957.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470207407825000258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUpugIHII/AAAAAAAABUQ/K5P4W25ROBs/s1600/DSC02964.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUpugIHII/AAAAAAAABUQ/K5P4W25ROBs/s320/DSC02964.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470207404484861058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUpbeZcrI/AAAAAAAABUI/qhhFq3FroYw/s1600/DSC02967.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUpbeZcrI/AAAAAAAABUI/qhhFq3FroYw/s320/DSC02967.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470207399377334962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Postscript:  I think I used the word "totally" way too many times in that short entry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2213683107956475527?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2213683107956475527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2213683107956475527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2213683107956475527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2213683107956475527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-crazy-yet-too-cute.html' title='Too crazy, yet too cute'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oUp68el0I/AAAAAAAABUY/6e3ZRRlN1Rw/s72-c/DSC02957.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3853485225064396756</id><published>2010-05-12T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:59:00.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy motherhood'/><title type='text'>So how was your Mother's Day?</title><content type='html'>This past Mother's Day was, well, to be nice to my boys, a little more hectic that I would have liked.  I kept looking at LMA wondering who was this child and when would my good, sweet boy return from being kidnapped.  BBZ was in rare form as well, totally skipping his last nap of the day which meant he was awake from 4 pm-9pm (I tried to put him down earlier but apparently his third or fourth wind kicked in by the time he finished his last bottle).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm making the Friday or Saturday before Mother's Day, MY Mother's Day.  Here's why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I received a beautiful, or at least it was suppose to be, red miniature rose bush with ceramic pot from my parents.  I say suppose to because the pot was destroyed in transport and the rose bush was practically transplanted into the plastic wrap around the plant.  I was planning on putting it outside anyway, so it wasn't too bad.  Also included was a gift certificate to a choice of local restaurants (to be used for hubby and I when they come back into town next month) and a small box of chocolates (which somehow have not been finished yet).  Thankfully, Mom was able to contact the company and get a full refund for the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oRysYDTaI/AAAAAAAABUA/CtqfczeSmNA/s1600/DSC02953.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oRysYDTaI/AAAAAAAABUA/CtqfczeSmNA/s320/DSC02953.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470204259998059938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, hubby went out to return a fan to Home Depot and go to Lowe's to get one in the same brand so we could match hardware.  Along for the ride was LMA, and as soon as they entered Lowe's, LMA heard banging in the distance.  Kids Workshop.  We've recently been taking him so many times that he now has four aprons, one from Home Depot and three from Lowe's (I plan on taking two back next time we go to Lowe's), a pair of goggles, and his own hammer (not sure we were suppose to walk away with this, but he wouldn't let it go).  Anyways.... he ended up making a special little planter with trellis and Lowe's supplied a petunia for Mother's Day.  He also worked hard at school making a card, a bookmark (which I didn't include in the pic), a tile with his handprint, and a little popsicle stick frame with picture taken by the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oQIthTlbI/AAAAAAAABT4/2b14p7347ZU/s1600/DSC02949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oQIthTlbI/AAAAAAAABT4/2b14p7347ZU/s320/DSC02949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470202439239177650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of the day, I received a bouquet of long stem roses from "Your three boys".  We even had a wonderful dinner where both boys were on their best behavior and LMA didn't have to be told 500 times to "eat his dinner" or "sit down."  And for dessert?  No Pudge Fudge Brownies with white chocolate chips, caramel pieces, and Andies candies scattered on top.  Could not have asked for a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, either I go out and get a massage on Sunday or I just call Saturday Mother's Day.  Either way a massage would be good (hint hint hubby).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3853485225064396756?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3853485225064396756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3853485225064396756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3853485225064396756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3853485225064396756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-how-was-your-mothers-day.html' title='So how was your Mother&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-oRysYDTaI/AAAAAAAABUA/CtqfczeSmNA/s72-c/DSC02953.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8895252159607771140</id><published>2010-05-10T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:03:00.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Photo Ops at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>I just loved playing with my macro lens at the zoo.  Most of these were taken in the "Vivid" Function Mode, so the colors are already popping.  The only bad thing about using a macro lens is when you don't have proper support or if you happen to have a 6 month old trying to reach for the camera, it makes it a little difficult to get that perfect shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVTDBaHvI/AAAAAAAABTo/-QQV-5P32Ks/s1600/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVTDBaHvI/AAAAAAAABTo/-QQV-5P32Ks/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468730370740068082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVSeI9E1I/AAAAAAAABTg/7TP-z15LdtY/s1600/prairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVSeI9E1I/AAAAAAAABTg/7TP-z15LdtY/s320/prairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468730360839607122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVIvEeznI/AAAAAAAABTY/kmR7n5qg1dI/s1600/orang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVIvEeznI/AAAAAAAABTY/kmR7n5qg1dI/s320/orang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468730193585557106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVIJnHN6I/AAAAAAAABTQ/9wzKcMiCaTc/s1600/lily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVIJnHN6I/AAAAAAAABTQ/9wzKcMiCaTc/s320/lily.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468730183530264482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TU8lofmLI/AAAAAAAABTI/5MJRhlT8fg8/s1600/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TU8lofmLI/AAAAAAAABTI/5MJRhlT8fg8/s320/frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468729984893819058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TU76xb6YI/AAAAAAAABTA/NzBrkhaP1C8/s1600/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TU76xb6YI/AAAAAAAABTA/NzBrkhaP1C8/s320/elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468729973388601730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8895252159607771140?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8895252159607771140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8895252159607771140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8895252159607771140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8895252159607771140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-ops-at-zoo.html' title='Photo Ops at the Zoo'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TVTDBaHvI/AAAAAAAABTo/-QQV-5P32Ks/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-2518800138916989059</id><published>2010-05-08T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:30:00.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain fun'/><title type='text'>Day Trip</title><content type='html'>Since Daddy has been working a civilian job lately, he's had some weekdays off.  So we have decided to make the most of still being in the D.C. area and visit places with the boys while we still have a chance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we ventured via metro to the National Zoo.  The metro trip alone took more than one hour before we reached the zoo.  We got there just in time for lunch, so we found a cozy spot and tried to convince Little Man A to eat his lunch so we could see the animals.  I think he was too excited with anticipation because it took a lot of coaxing on our part just to get him to finish his yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRQ3nuj6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/LGpBbe8iB-o/s1600/metro.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRQ3nuj6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/LGpBbe8iB-o/s320/metro.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468725935273316258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we visited the zoo, we made the mistake of taking our time while traveling downhill to the end of the zoo.  The trek on the way back up the hill was one that we did not want to experience again... especially while pushing a 40 pound child and a stroller uphill.  We tried to make a beeline for the end, but there of course were diversions.  I mean, how can you just walk past an orangutan sitting in the doorway of the outside exhibit.  Or pass by the elephants without taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRCGTA4HI/AAAAAAAABSI/kb0GHn32Ljg/s1600/boys.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRCGTA4HI/AAAAAAAABSI/kb0GHn32Ljg/s320/boys.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468725681514930290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually made it down to the Kids Farm (an hour later), but unfortunately the petting zoo area was closed for the season (not sure when the season even starts).  However, a keeper was out walking a pony so LMA was able to pet the pony and see the donkeys going crazy because they were jealous of the "escapee".  That, I was later informed, was LMA's favorite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBZ was even enjoying himself.  He unfortunately skipped his morning nap and thought the train ride was a little more exciting than trying to go back to sleep (poor kid had just fallen asleep in the car when we parked at the metro station then we moved into the stroller).  So after lunch, I was able to face him toward me in the baby bjorn carrier so he could take a little snooze.  When he woke up we were passing the Kids Farm and heading to the Reptile House.  LMA and BBZ loved spotting the snakes, watching the turtles swim, and smiling at the iguanas bobbing their heads at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRavd9kBI/AAAAAAAABSY/iyWuYVXQ0l4/s1600/measuring.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRavd9kBI/AAAAAAAABSY/iyWuYVXQ0l4/s320/measuring.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468726104883564562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home, which wasn't until 4 hours later (and unfortunately after the normal metro rates kick back in), both boys zonked out on the train.  This of course was great for bedtime later considering LMA had just woken up.  But we eventually settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRx5qbkKI/AAAAAAAABSw/HuEJWtm-hu0/s1600/endofday%231.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRx5qbkKI/AAAAAAAABSw/HuEJWtm-hu0/s320/endofday%231.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468726502757208226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TR2S1jT0I/AAAAAAAABS4/pxDhBQfAUPU/s1600/endofday%232.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TR2S1jT0I/AAAAAAAABS4/pxDhBQfAUPU/s320/endofday%232.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468726578234216258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we were thinking of heading to the Baltimore Aquarium.  Stay tuned for great animal shots from the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-2518800138916989059?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2518800138916989059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=2518800138916989059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2518800138916989059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/2518800138916989059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-trip.html' title='Day Trip'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-TRQ3nuj6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/LGpBbe8iB-o/s72-c/metro.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-6729904556849788258</id><published>2010-05-07T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:05:22.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBZ'/><title type='text'>Just to make you smile</title><content type='html'>I love the way this kid lights up whenever he smiles.  It's absolutely contagious.  So just in case you needed something to make you smile, this is my gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-RyVezxjbI/AAAAAAAABR4/eyweP9G1NDw/s1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-RyVezxjbI/AAAAAAAABR4/eyweP9G1NDw/s320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468621560907664818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-6729904556849788258?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6729904556849788258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=6729904556849788258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6729904556849788258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/6729904556849788258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-to-make-you-smile.html' title='Just to make you smile'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S-RyVezxjbI/AAAAAAAABR4/eyweP9G1NDw/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3717122376100474858</id><published>2010-05-01T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:41:57.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Personal shopper anyone?</title><content type='html'>So tonight I scored big on groceries.... and I'm not even done for the week.  Our local store was offering "doubler coupons" for manufacturer coupons up to $1.00.  They only had four printed per circulation, so it really made it seem as though you could only use four per transaction.  Fortunately, I read fine print and it did not say that at all.  The only stipulation was that you had to purchase $15 worth of groceries prior to coupons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on grocery list/items on sale that I also happen to have a $1 manufacturer coupon:  &lt;br /&gt;Tribe Hummus (larger container $5.99 Buy One Get One FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Tropicana 50 (2 for $5)&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin H2O (10 for $10 - I hate when they do this, just say it's $1 each!)&lt;br /&gt;Special K cereal (all varieties 2 for $5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased:  6 boxes of Special K, 2 Tropicana 50, 4 Vitamin H2O, and 2 containers of Hummus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:  less than $11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between doubler coupons from the store and manufacturer coupons, I totally scored!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal shopper anyone?  I wouldn't charge very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3717122376100474858?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3717122376100474858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3717122376100474858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3717122376100474858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3717122376100474858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/05/personal-shopper-anyone.html' title='Personal shopper anyone?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5409822525809513415</id><published>2010-04-23T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:19:00.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up so fast'/><title type='text'>Thought I'd never see the day</title><content type='html'>Something miraculous has been happening in our house for almost the past month now.  I've been extremely hesitant to say anything because, well, I just didn't want to jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Gramma and Pop-pop were still here and I was visiting hubby in Fort Leonardwood, Missouri last month, Little Man became a Big Boy and started peeing in the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just the little potty that you dump the pee into the toilet after they have gone, but the big kid potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd Gramma do it?  She told him to make the water wiggle.  Then, when he finally let go, he looked up at Gramma and stated, "Just like Daddy, Gramma?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been following through with this every morning and then throughout the day instead of asking we tell him, "Let's go try to potty."  I'll go in with him, bring over the step stool, help lift the seat, pull his pants and pull-up down and congratulate him on a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, he kicked me out of the bathroom.  Said, "I do it on my own, Mom.  Get out."  He did everything on his own.  Pulled down and up his pull-up and pants, flushed the toilet, and wash his hands.  Now he does it all on his own, with a little reminder from me every once in awhile, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would see this day.  I'm a proud Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just need to work on #2 on the potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-5409822525809513415?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5409822525809513415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=5409822525809513415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5409822525809513415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/5409822525809513415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/04/thought-id-never-see-day.html' title='Thought I&apos;d never see the day'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-8118893574033438644</id><published>2010-04-21T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:29:19.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy motherhood'/><title type='text'>Got my back, Mom?</title><content type='html'>There is one piece of baby equipment that I absolutely love.  The exersaucer.  If you aren't familiar with these, they are basically a stationary play seat for your child to be entertained while you are conducting other business in the house (ie dishes, laundry, cooking).  Some are elaborate bouncer seats while some are just seats that spin when the baby turns.  Some have an array of entertainment for the child to stay busy while others are ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about these?  When your child poops while sitting in them and continues to bounce and play.... the poop goes up his back.  He tries to tell me, but sometimes I just don't listen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I've been having some crazy comments in a completely different language, so I've placed a comment moderation on the blog.  I'll just have to approve what you say before you see, but please don't let that stop you from saying hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-8118893574033438644?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8118893574033438644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=8118893574033438644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8118893574033438644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/8118893574033438644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-my-back-mom.html' title='Got my back, Mom?'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-3411657643093830845</id><published>2010-04-18T10:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:31:58.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>On our own</title><content type='html'>After six months, Pop-pop has finally returned to the west coast.  He hates good-byes, so we made sure to make them short and sweet at the airport.  LMA was relatively good about the entire process of saying good-bye.  Probably because he knows that Gramma and Pop-pop will be back in only 6 short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that he has been here every step of the way over the past six months.  He has been able to watch BBZ go from being nursed to getting strictly bottles.  He's been here to watch him go from detesting baths to taking one everyday with LMA.  He has been able to see every milestone along the way.  From his first smile to his first taste of baby cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also been able to see LMA and his many mood changes.  But he's also been here when we changed him into a big boy bed and then just last week to his own big boy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've driven him crazy along the way and I would be lying if I didn't say the same, but when hubby couldn't be here to help with the boys, my dad was here.  He helped clean and of course cook.  He helped with baths and the night time routine.  But most importantly, he helped me stay somewhat sane through the entire process while hubby was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dad.  We know you are always a phone call away.  And don't forget to bring the duct tape.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-3411657643093830845?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3411657643093830845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=3411657643093830845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3411657643093830845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/3411657643093830845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-our-own.html' title='On our own'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-966377973498921262</id><published>2010-04-09T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:22:00.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother Z'/><title type='text'>Another month gone by</title><content type='html'>I can't believe BBZ is 6 months old today.  It seems like not too long ago I was complaining about being pregnant, then frustrated about nursing, trying to figure out how to juggle two kids, and wondering if it was time to wean BBZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, what a difference a month can make.  We finally got BBZ to stop eating so much at night.  He would snack most of the day and then have an eating fest starting at 9pm -8am.  Now he is sleeping 8-9 hours at night, from 9:30pm -5:30am.  I'll give him just a few ounces to hold him over, then he'll go back to sleep until 8am or so.  Just in time for LMA to get up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SjSxSFZI/AAAAAAAABRo/hBcuCvIrufk/s1600/DSC00915.jpeg"&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/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SjSxSFZI/AAAAAAAABRo/hBcuCvIrufk/s320/DSC00915.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457960933451240850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that we've started to feed him cereal and other solids.  He's already picked out a favorite fruit as well:  Bananas and graham crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SRXVO6nI/AAAAAAAABRg/FvydbkMZd2Q/s1600/DSC00943.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SRXVO6nI/AAAAAAAABRg/FvydbkMZd2Q/s320/DSC00943.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457960625438124658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share some fantastic photos taken by Uncle Carl (whom has already blogged about it I'm sure).  LMA had a photo shoot at the exact same age.  It's amazing the similarity of LMA and BBZ at this age (wish I could find the photo to show you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SEeo5KJI/AAAAAAAABRY/2WcmdJ-Y2HY/s1600/_MG_6388.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SEeo5KJI/AAAAAAAABRY/2WcmdJ-Y2HY/s320/_MG_6388.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457960404061333650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these boys.  This is why it is all worth while.  It's hard to image my life without them.  Although it would be a little less stressful at time, but what would be the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76S6X1gA9I/AAAAAAAABRw/axc8fwnaNXg/s1600/_MG_6410.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76S6X1gA9I/AAAAAAAABRw/axc8fwnaNXg/s320/_MG_6410.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457961329948099538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  And if you're wondering what's going on with the move.... it's no more.  Hubby was able to find a position at a nearby unit.  Unfortunately, it's not that nearby.  Like close to 2 hours of commuting some days.  Not sure how long he'll be able to hold out, so we may look into moving closer later in the year when things are more stable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472612797668072906-966377973498921262?l=searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/966377973498921262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472612797668072906&amp;postID=966377973498921262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/966377973498921262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472612797668072906/posts/default/966377973498921262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingforanevenbalance.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-month-gone-by.html' title='Another month gone by'/><author><name>A's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuHC_n_Pt9E/TiDk1e2kSnI/AAAAAAAABjM/Hnpx6rV8Cws/s220/IMG_0587.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vuZ-HqAUCU/S76SjSxSFZI/AAAAAAAABRo/hBcuCvIrufk/s72-c/DSC00915.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
