<?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-1319085196362169404</id><updated>2012-02-13T09:08:45.760-07:00</updated><category term='my naked child'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='breastpump'/><category term='What I Wish I Knew'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Ella'/><category term='punk rock.'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='random'/><category term='Ellla Birthday'/><category term='rocking out.'/><category term='karl'/><category term='let&apos;s talk about bad words.'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='birth'/><category term='Baby Registry'/><category term='3 months'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='wiggles'/><category term='fight club rules'/><category term='ellaism'/><category term='developmental skills for 24-36 months'/><category term='kids produce zombie parents'/><category term='picturemail'/><category term='save your mailbox from junkmail and save the world.'/><category term='Ella&apos;s birth'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='random conversations'/><category term='lack of sleep'/><category term='or lack thereof.'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='Secondary Infertility'/><category term='video'/><category term='stats'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Allison is my daughter too'/><category term='co sleeping'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Allison&apos;s birth'/><category term='love'/><category term='Allison is naughty'/><title type='text'>TheOtherLifeOfNancy - Motherhood</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a secondary blog to my main blog, TheNewLifeOfNancy. This is a place I want to focus on the positive of my life, my family, even when I'm dealing with the negative.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>355</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1507168356274775210</id><published>2012-02-07T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T17:27:43.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~kicks the dirt~</title><content type='html'>DOOOODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just too many places to update these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is well, very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post soon. yes yes yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1507168356274775210?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1507168356274775210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1507168356274775210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1507168356274775210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1507168356274775210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2012/02/kicks-dirt.html' title='~kicks the dirt~'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6028067662943651253</id><published>2012-01-07T00:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:58:42.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a bad mom, or did our parents flat out lie to us?</title><content type='html'>This was the first xmas the kids were all given money and allowed to shop for us (in a controlled gift buying program at school) without us knowing what they were picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome - they were SO STOKED to give us what ~they~ picked out for us. They could barely keep it a secret. They all gave us their presents, proud as proud could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we oo'ed and ah'ed. We hugged and kissed. They beamed. And now I have to wear a shirt covered with pictures of large diamonds, with the letters M-O-M blazened across the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to find the people who stock the xmas gift program at their school and I'm going to kick their asses. Then I'm going to take their jobs and stock their store with stuff that could be considered at least somewhat cool. Oh - and after their asses are sufficiently kicked, I'm going to make them wear diamond tshirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6028067662943651253?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6028067662943651253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6028067662943651253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6028067662943651253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6028067662943651253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-bad-mom-or-did-our-parents-flat.html' title='Am I a bad mom, or did our parents flat out lie to us?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2229500675110826829</id><published>2011-11-28T22:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:18:20.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the whole potty training thing ...</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving weekend being a nice, long weekend, I decided to start poking the sleeping bear that I like to call "training Karl to use a potty." Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So the girls were easy to train. And Karl shows no interest. But I've got a plan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Immediately following the week he'll spend away at his grandparents' house, I'm doing this thing. ALL diapers will be thrown out in a big ceremony. The changing table will be turned into a toy shelf. The underwear purchased as one of his xmas presents will be displayed. The waterproof mattress pad will be put on the bed. Another pad will be ready in waiting. The washer and dryer will be put on stand by. I will expect plenty of wet and dirty clothes. I will plan on many trips to the potty. No pullups will be used at night because of my opinion of their tendency to put a wrench, at times, into training, especially night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to thanksgiving's long weekend. I took Karl to the potty maybe 50 times. He'd comply and sit or stand, sometimes even "pushing out" a little fart, but nothing else was ever created. Okay, at least the boy is allowing me to get him to sit and/or stand at the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he would ~try~, I'd smother him with praise and adoration. But at the end of each 'visit', he'd look at me and tell me he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So he tried. I'll take that over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the weekend, he just finished another round of "trying" but telling me there wasn't any pee waiting to come out. Again, I broke out into applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm grabbing a diaper to put him back into, I say, in passing, "Yeah Karl, just think, when you actually PEE ~IN THE~ POTTY, I'm going to give you ice cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ICE CREAM?" he questions, suddenly very interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. Ice cream. How awesome is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'll go potty". And still pantless, he sits back down on the potty he just, moments ago, was sitting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he pees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ice cream now? WOOHOO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proves a few things...&lt;br /&gt;He knows damn well how to pee on that potty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2229500675110826829?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2229500675110826829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2229500675110826829' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2229500675110826829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2229500675110826829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-whole-potty-training-thing.html' title='Back to the whole potty training thing ...'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1687141792534813313</id><published>2011-11-16T17:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:01:03.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haircuts</title><content type='html'>I am TERRIBLE at getting my kids their haircuts. I put it off and off and off until they all have long straggly strings of hair. Although I'll shave Karl's hair into a mohawk on occaision, I do nothing with the girl's hair. I just took them all three today and it literally has almost been a year since their last haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? How do you work haircuts for your children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1687141792534813313?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1687141792534813313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1687141792534813313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1687141792534813313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1687141792534813313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/11/haircuts.html' title='haircuts'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6845809283099661325</id><published>2011-11-08T21:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:14:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not changing your diaper when you're a teen.</title><content type='html'>I potty trained both girls successfully when they turned 2. Wasn't that hard, I just felt like I was an awesome mom. ~wink~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came Karl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is almost 3 (two years, ten months) and he has ZERO interest in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to reason.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to bribe.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to bribe excessively.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to just sitting him on the potty 100 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to humilate him. (that sounds way worse written out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "big boys wear pullups and big boys get to wear underwear! Babies wear diapers. Are you a baby or a big boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl: "I'm a big boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "great! Then let's put on your pull ups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl: "NOOOOOO! I wear DIAPERS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6845809283099661325?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6845809283099661325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6845809283099661325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6845809283099661325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6845809283099661325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-changing-your-diaper-when-youre.html' title='I&apos;m not changing your diaper when you&apos;re a teen.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3384614411138432932</id><published>2011-10-26T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:35:36.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella the sarcasm monster. Allison the sensitive one. Karl the mommy's boy.</title><content type='html'>I see so much of myself in Ella. The things she says in retort to something have me cracking up more than not. She is definitely the one my mother wanted me to have so I "got it back". Although I correct her when she does it, i'm secretly "right on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison is one huge bag of feelings. I asked her the other day if Ella liked boys yet. The answer was no. Then I asked her if she liked boys yet. She immediately broke down crying and said between sobs "you are embarresing me! Heh, I guess she does like boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl. What a different relationship I have with him. He's a momma's boy and he knows it. Like most last kids, he gets away with murder. We went to a wedding the other day. Mother/Father dance (father was my brother), I was fine. But the mother/son dance? holy shit. I don't think I'll make it through without crying if I started training now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3384614411138432932?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3384614411138432932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3384614411138432932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3384614411138432932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3384614411138432932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ella-sarcasm-monster-allison-sensitive.html' title='Ella the sarcasm monster. Allison the sensitive one. Karl the mommy&apos;s boy.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6794670354700741485</id><published>2011-09-18T10:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:48:19.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my kids are skateboarding.</title><content type='html'>i just posted on my usual blog that i went skateboarding today. I didn't mention the coolest part. All three kids went skateboardeing with me. oh man, i hope they grow up punk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6794670354700741485?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6794670354700741485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6794670354700741485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6794670354700741485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6794670354700741485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-kids-are-skateboarding.html' title='my kids are skateboarding.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7467074458536293775</id><published>2011-05-10T00:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:28:05.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day was, um, "magical".</title><content type='html'>I had a fabulous Mother's Day. I of course spent the day with my children and I loved every single moment of it. Allison made me ~tons~ of handmade things for me. Each thing she created was better than the last. Ella made me things too. And Karl painted me a flower and a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came the best part. They came into the living room holding two wrapped presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was a 11x14 matted and framed picture of Karl. The frame was blue and it made his eyes just stand out so beautifully. The second was another framed picture, this one of all three kids. I took one look at it and I burst out crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Laurel took some amazing pictures at Ella's birthday party, and unbeknownst to me, she got them ready for printing and my husband took them down to get framed. What amazing friends, kids and a husband I have. I just don't have words for how lucky I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7467074458536293775?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7467074458536293775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7467074458536293775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7467074458536293775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7467074458536293775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-was-um-magical.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day was, um, &quot;magical&quot;.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1465443384919261290</id><published>2011-04-28T19:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:41:48.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ella!</title><content type='html'>On April 23rd, my oldest daughter turned 7 years old. Oh my. I barely blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try my best to get into blogging again, so here is a little place holder to get it started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1465443384919261290?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1465443384919261290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1465443384919261290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1465443384919261290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1465443384919261290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-ella.html' title='Happy Birthday Ella!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8381929782123025874</id><published>2011-03-08T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:56:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like stealing candy from a baby.</title><content type='html'>Or for that matter, a five year old.&lt;p&gt;I took a baggy filled with Nerds away from Allie the other day for one reason or another. I just saw it sitting there and before I gave it back to her, I took a handful for myself.&lt;p&gt;I just now gave it back to her and she was so happy she got it back. Nice she didn&amp;#39;t notice that handful missing!&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh. The joys of motherhood. Motherhood meaning the ultimate boss in everything they say or do. /&amp;lt; insert evil laughter here /&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8381929782123025874?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8381929782123025874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8381929782123025874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8381929782123025874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8381929782123025874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-like-stealing-candy-from-baby.html' title='It&apos;s like stealing candy from a baby.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5294063865945570885</id><published>2011-03-04T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:06:08.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how "they" do it.</title><content type='html'>And by &amp;quot;they&amp;quot;, I mean those women with many children. And while I&amp;#39;m at it, I don&amp;#39;t know how SAHMs do it for years on end. Or daycare providers. Or teachers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My last couple days have been child inundated. Ella&amp;#39;s last year&amp;#39;s kindergarten teacher was in a bind Wednesday after school, suddenly having to find daycare for her three year old. Since I am currently a SAHM for the most part, I offered to watch him yesterday and today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So my days have consisted of getting up at 6:45a, getting the girls ready and driving them to school at 7:30a. I drop them off and then swing by my friend&amp;#39;s classroom and pick up her son. I then go about my daily routine with two little boys in tow. Oh my gosh how boys play differently from girls!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At 3:15p, I drop her boy off and pick up my two girls, then I continue my day as a SAHM of three kids, which consists of:  laundry, cooking dinner, cleaning up the dinner mess, supervising homework, baths, play time, getting all three ready for bed, putting them down, pack their snacks for the next day, laying out school clothes and do a general clean up of the living room. By then it&amp;#39;s 9:30/10p and I sit down for the first time in the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I turned it up a notch and I decided to let the girls have their first slumber party with two little girls from school. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Awesome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just took a 15-20 minute shower, it being in my top five longest showers in my life. Hopefully the warm water will put my body into sleep mode. I have chronic insomnia and it&amp;#39;s about this time my body perks up and gives me a huge second wind, making me wide awake until my body gives out between 2a - 4a. It&amp;#39;s a fabulous combination I tell you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do women with more than three kids do it? And how do career SAHMs do this year after year? My hat is off to them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5294063865945570885?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5294063865945570885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5294063865945570885' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5294063865945570885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5294063865945570885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-how-they-do-it.html' title='I don&apos;t know how &quot;they&quot; do it.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6620355877164450443</id><published>2011-02-22T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:40:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>104.8.  Yeah, strep ~really~ sucks!</title><content type='html'>Karl had a low grade fever for a couple days. Only high enough once to give him medication. (I only give tylenol or motrin if the fever is over 101.4, which my pediatrician agrees with.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This morning when he woke up, it was 103. Awesome. I called his pediatrician and due to the strep going around our house, they wanted him to come in to get swabbed. His poor little body had a temp of 102.6 when we got there, only a mere 3 hours after giving him his last dose of Tylenol. The nurse swabbed his throat and left us there to wait for the doctor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the doc came in, he confirmed what I feared. Strep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So a prescription of antibiotics was written. Instead of sending us on our way, he asked about the other two kids. Ella is already on day three of her antibiotic, but so far, Allie hasn&amp;#39;t gotten strep. So he decided to write out a second script of amoxicillan, for her. He said steep is so damned contagious, she was at high risk to develop it too. He explained how he is not pro-antibiotic, especially when they don&amp;#39;t really need it, but in our case, he thought it was the right decision to make. Now all three kids will be covered during the contagious parts of the bacterial infection, so hopefully no one will share it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just got home from girl scouts and it felt like Karl was burning up. 104.8! My poor baby boy. I quickly got him into a cool bath, which he shook and screamed during the entire time. A dosage of Tylenol and 30 minutes later, his temp is just below 102 and he&amp;#39;s laughing and playing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh. Strep is no joke. Please, please, please, let my kids get better soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6620355877164450443?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6620355877164450443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6620355877164450443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6620355877164450443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6620355877164450443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/02/1048-yeah-strep-really-sucks.html' title='104.8.  Yeah, strep ~really~ sucks!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2471545619021831760</id><published>2011-02-20T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:59:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep sucks.</title><content type='html'>After a two/three days of a 103 fever that was not responding to medication except bringing it down no more than a degree for an hour or two, a night of spiking a 104 degree fever and four hours at urgent care, Ella has tested positive for strep group a. Again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew something was up and just had a feeling it wasn&amp;#39;t just a virus. Of course, the morning I take her to urgent care, the Tylenol and Motrin decide to kick in. When she had her temp taken in triage, it was only 99.5. The doc said she looked &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; and said it was most likely just a virus. But he would take the throat swab, just in case, stating, &amp;quot;it will be negative&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fifteen minutes later, we walks in and says, &amp;quot; whattya know, it&amp;#39;s clearly positive&amp;quot;. So she is on another round of antibiotics for another ten days. Hopefully this time, it won&amp;#39;t go around the family and get back to her (she had it three weeks ago).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny thing, when I talked to the MA at her pediatrician&amp;#39;s office on Friday, she asked if I had changed her toothbrush after being on meds for 24 hours. Have you ever heard of such a thing? It sounds completely reasonable, I have just never heard of it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2471545619021831760?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2471545619021831760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2471545619021831760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2471545619021831760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2471545619021831760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/02/strep-sucks.html' title='Strep sucks.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-444693112326861179</id><published>2011-02-16T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:38:26.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula?</title><content type='html'>I have three various cans of formula here I am not using: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ 1 8oz can Similac Advance&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 12.9 can Similac Advance w/ EarlyShield&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 12.5 can Enfamil Premium Lipil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can use, and most importantly USE any of these for ~your~ baby, leave me a comment here and email me at and I will send it out to you. Please, if you don't really need them, let someone else who may be struggling take them. I can easily donate them to our local shelter but as always, I would rather give them out to some in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-444693112326861179?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/444693112326861179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=444693112326861179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/444693112326861179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/444693112326861179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/02/formula.html' title='Formula?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3578980180582903570</id><published>2011-02-07T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T18:15:34.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Karl!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it is not really his birthday. It was actually a month ago but I was still in my hiatus so now is a better time than any.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He turned the big 2. I can&amp;#39;t believe I have already gotten to have two years with my son. He is amazing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is starting (finally) to talk more. Definitely behind, but I am no longer worried about it. He will try to repeat any word you ask him now and he is putting two words together also. His pediatrician says that if other people cannot understand 50% of what he says in another 4 months, we will have to start some early type of speech therapy. So we will cross that bridge when we get there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Having a son is so different than having a daughter. He is such a momma&amp;#39;s boy and I ~love~ it. Both the girls are Daddy&amp;#39;s girls and I never got that kind of attention before. Now I finally feel what it&amp;#39;s like and I freaking adore it. I feel a little bad for my husband when he tries to get some cuddle time with him and all he wants is his mommy, but Tom has gotten that from the girls for the past six years so now it&amp;#39;s my time. And I&amp;#39;m eating it up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We shaved karl&amp;#39;s head into a mohawk and I love it. When we go out in public, we get three types of attention. Those who don&amp;#39;t pay any attention at all. Those who look at him, and then me, and shake their heads in disgust. And then we get huge smiles from people, telling me how freaking cute he is. And I have to say the latter happens way more than anything else. I have a picture of him on my phone, so I will upload it to this blog soon so you can see me little man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Karl has almost but given his crib completely up. He now likes to sleep in his &amp;quot;big boy&amp;quot; bed. It is a full size bed and he looks so tiny in it. I also have pictures of him sleeping in it and i&amp;#39;ll upload those too, hopefully tonight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girls are all doing well. No big updates for them right now. They continue to do well in school and have transitioned into little helpers for me at home. It&amp;#39;s great. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More later... Keep tuned in for pictures very soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3578980180582903570?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578980180582903570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3578980180582903570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3578980180582903570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3578980180582903570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-karl.html' title='Happy birthday Karl!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1777398905781816943</id><published>2010-12-10T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:37:17.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be back!</title><content type='html'>I'll be back to share stories about my awesome kids soon! We've just unplugged from the technological age for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1777398905781816943?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1777398905781816943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1777398905781816943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1777398905781816943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1777398905781816943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-be-back.html' title='We&apos;ll be back!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2539048390184159368</id><published>2010-10-29T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:07:13.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest playground pet peeve.</title><content type='html'>It freaking bugs the hell out of me when little kids climb up the slide the wrong way. My kids slide down the thing and end up running into a kid who is climbing up. And my kid starts crying and the other parent says and does nothing about it. It&amp;#39;s simple playground etiquette. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I am probably just overly sensitive about it. But it&amp;#39;s hard to teach your kids the right way to play (wait for your turn, use the equipment the right way, etc.) when other kids are playing anyway they want to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you do when you run into children doing the wrong thing in a public place? Do you correct the child in a nice way? Do you talk to the parent? Or do you simply just ignore it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When a kid is climbing up the slide when my kids are trying to come down, I say something like &amp;quot;oh hunny, please don&amp;#39;t climb up the slide right now, my children are coming down and I don&amp;#39;t want you to get hurt&amp;quot; and they usually comply. I would never correct another person&amp;#39;s child though. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2539048390184159368?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2539048390184159368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2539048390184159368' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2539048390184159368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2539048390184159368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-biggest-playground-pet-peeve.html' title='My biggest playground pet peeve.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4667844081660944</id><published>2010-10-15T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:17:44.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've created little monsters!</title><content type='html'>Massage monsters that is.&lt;p&gt;Ever since I took the girl in to get a professional massage a week or so ago, they have been asking me to massage them. And of course I can&amp;#39;t get away with just one of them, they both want it done. It&amp;#39;s cute as they just lay there, soaking in the good feeling. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve tried to give Karl a massage, but he gets to squirmy. I used to give him infant massage, but he&amp;#39;s grown out of the times he&amp;#39;d lay still for one. He does, however, let me soft tickle is belly and his back. He could be all active, but the moment I start tickling him, he lays completely still. &lt;p&gt;Do you do this for your children? If you don&amp;#39;t, I highly recommend starting. Although once you start, you&amp;#39;ve got to be committed doing it every night!  It&amp;#39;s part of our bedtime routine now.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4667844081660944?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4667844081660944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4667844081660944' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4667844081660944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4667844081660944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-created-little-monsters.html' title='I&apos;ve created little monsters!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-420825963530342993</id><published>2010-10-14T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:46:03.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So smart.</title><content type='html'>We had parent/teacher conferences this week. They grade the kids on a 1-4 scale. 1 = way behind. 2 = needs improvement. 3 = meets standard. 4 = exeeds standard.&lt;p&gt;Allison got all 3s with two or three 2s. The 2s were things they were just starting. Ella, like always, got all 4s with a sprinkling of 3s. All of her 3s were in behavior because she is a chatty Cathy and she always gets into trouble for speaking out of turn or getting up out of her seat without permission.&lt;p&gt;Ella&amp;#39;s teacher asked us our permission to enroll her into an extra curriculum gifted program. They think her talking and moving around stems from being bored with the class work because she is so advanced. She is already in advanced math, literacy and science, but they want her to go one more step ahead into this gifted program. They want her to be challenged with her work.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m so very proud of her. &lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-420825963530342993?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/420825963530342993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=420825963530342993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/420825963530342993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/420825963530342993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-smart.html' title='So smart.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-253495052679906593</id><published>2010-10-13T18:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:42:46.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much work is three kids?</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there who has two children close in age knows adding the second one doesn&amp;#39;t just double the work. It&amp;#39;s more like quadruple. So how much more work is it by adding a third one? Times eight?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just got done feeding all three kids and them cleaned up. Now its bathtime. Baths exhaust me. No wonder I don&amp;#39;t give them baths every night like good mothers do. We&amp;#39;re an every other night type family. Sometimes they even go three days. Of course if they are visibly dirty, a bath is given, but if they look and smell clean, a day or two may go by in between baths.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another thing that is tough is changing sheets. It takes a long time and it requires one or two loads, two of we are washing blankets. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girls don&amp;#39;t have school this Friday so their spelling tests are tomorrow. I&amp;#39;ve administered 4-6 spelling tests today to .ake sure they know their words. And they still have homework to do. I can&amp;#39;t imagine what its going to be like when all three kids are in junior high and high school. Getting homework done for a kindergartener and a first grader are hard enough tasks. How am I going to survive the teenage years?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah. I&amp;#39;ll take it one day at a time for now. It&amp;#39;s all I can do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-253495052679906593?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/253495052679906593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=253495052679906593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/253495052679906593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/253495052679906593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-work-is-three-kids.html' title='How much work is three kids?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4738806285946631028</id><published>2010-10-11T11:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:48:17.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattletelling.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m having trouble with my kids in regards to tattletelling vs telling me when something is going on that I need to hear about.&lt;p&gt;I sound hypocritical when I try to explain it. They try to take things into their own hands instead of telling me so I can step in. Yet, I tell them not to tattletale. How in the world am I supposed to tech them the difference when I don&amp;#39;t even know the answer myself?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4738806285946631028?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4738806285946631028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4738806285946631028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4738806285946631028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4738806285946631028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tattletelling.html' title='Tattletelling.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-9061173864763690585</id><published>2010-10-10T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:36:39.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bunch of firsts for Karl.</title><content type='html'>The first &amp;quot;first&amp;quot; is Karl went peepee in the potty! It was bathtime and I took off his diaper and stood him on a little stool in front of the potty. Next thing I knew was he peed. Yay! I know it was just a fluke but awesome nonetheless. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The second first was I painted his toenails a dark blue/black. ~giggle~! He looks so cute with his toes painted. I thought tom would get pissed, but instead tom asked for me to paint ~his~ toenails! Both my boys are rocking painted toes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The third first is we are having a campout in the living room. Everyone is sick in the house and running low grade fevers. Which means every kid wants to snuggle with mommy. So I put down five blankets on the ground to maee it ultra soft and then a sheet to cover up with. Each child has their own pillow and blankie and I figure we can all cuddle with one another tonight. I&amp;#39;ll move them into their own beds as the night wears on. Or if they don&amp;#39;t want to, I&amp;#39;ve got no qualms in having a little living room campout.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-9061173864763690585?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061173864763690585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=9061173864763690585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9061173864763690585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9061173864763690585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/bunch-of-firsts-for-karl.html' title='A bunch of firsts for Karl.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7991672747004635673</id><published>2010-10-10T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:45:21.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture albums.</title><content type='html'>I used to print out pictures to put in photo albums. Me and the family just sat down and poured through all the photo albums I have. I haven&amp;#39;t printed out many from the past few years but I need to make it one of my many projects I have on my ToDo list. &lt;p&gt;I miss having babies. Everyone is so grown up now. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7991672747004635673?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7991672747004635673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7991672747004635673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7991672747004635673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7991672747004635673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-albums.html' title='Picture albums.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1559575860704047891</id><published>2010-10-07T17:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:46:28.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures of my kiddos</title><content type='html'>I have been reading blogs and seeing so many pictures of everyone's kids that I realized I haven't posted a picture of my kids for quite awhile. I'm on a borrowed laptop right now, so I don't have my camera's software installed, so I just took a few pictures in the backyard. Not the greatest of pictures, but at least you can see just how much my kids have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella and Allison hamming it up for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5V0zirqqI/AAAAAAAABd4/YuZUg1OQv8g/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525448158507412130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5V0zirqqI/AAAAAAAABd4/YuZUg1OQv8g/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Karl chowing down on a donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5V1NcmPOI/AAAAAAAABeA/4ZM04rgT6EI/s1600/karl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525448165461212386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5V1NcmPOI/AAAAAAAABeA/4ZM04rgT6EI/s320/karl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Can you believe how much Karl has grown? It's amazing to me. The girls too. They look so cute in their school uniforms. I'll have to take and post some more pictures, but for now, this is it. Thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5bsKVao8I/AAAAAAAABeI/PY0lCuV36M8/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525454607076729794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5bsKVao8I/AAAAAAAABeI/PY0lCuV36M8/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1559575860704047891?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1559575860704047891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1559575860704047891' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1559575860704047891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1559575860704047891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-pictures-of-my-kiddos.html' title='A few pictures of my kiddos'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TK5V0zirqqI/AAAAAAAABd4/YuZUg1OQv8g/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-675990003754690792</id><published>2010-10-07T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:50:30.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>I just popped over to my blog to see a post that I didn't write! I can't believe my blog got hacked. Lame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-675990003754690792?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/675990003754690792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=675990003754690792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/675990003754690792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/675990003754690792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4796031183648575984</id><published>2010-10-06T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:11:22.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise</title><content type='html'>I will spend 30-60 minutes on my computer catching up on my favorite blogs I've been missing because I fell in the habit of blogging on my phone. Commenting via a Blackberry sucks. &lt;p&gt;I'm going to declare ready backruptcy tonight and I'll get back into the swing of things. I miss you all so much and getting comments from you makes my heart swell up. Your girls are my friends and I miss knowing what's going on in your life. &lt;p&gt;So, here I am. Give me another chance of making it up to you. I love you all so much and I want to get to know you again. Xoxo. &lt;p&gt;Love, Nancy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4796031183648575984?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4796031183648575984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4796031183648575984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4796031183648575984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4796031183648575984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-promise.html' title='I promise'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7540344116254211274</id><published>2010-09-30T19:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:03:16.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uck, uck, oose!</title><content type='html'>Karl loves playing duck, duck, goose with me and his sisters. He goes around the circle, touching each of our heads, until he screams out &amp;quot;oose!&amp;quot; and squeals in delight as he runs away from the goose. He doesn&amp;#39;t run in the circle though, instead just running in any direction to get away from the goose. It&amp;#39;s absolutely adorable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girls had their first professional massage today. And I was right, they loved it. They laid so still on the table, soaking up the good vibes from an awesome massage. When we were leaving, they even gave our massage therapist a hug. I guess they felt comfortable with him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They were fully clothed for the massage, which I think was a good idea, especially for their first time. Our therapist said eventually, when they are more relaxed about the massage itself, he will have them take off their shirts and work with them under the sheets. He said they would keep their shorts/panties on, but he could get to their neck/shoulders/back better without a shirt on. Of course I&amp;#39;d be in the room the whole time, so i&amp;#39;ll be comfortable with it. My massage therapist is ~very~ professional so I&amp;#39;m cool with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argh! The kids are driving me nutso talking about Halloween and they keep hounding me for the answer to WHEN they get to go buy their costume. I&amp;#39;m seriously asked like 15 times a day. It&amp;#39;s going to get worse before it gets better though. Hell, it&amp;#39;s not even October yet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7540344116254211274?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7540344116254211274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7540344116254211274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7540344116254211274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7540344116254211274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/uck-uck-oose.html' title='Uck, uck, oose!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3729969402983065517</id><published>2010-09-29T09:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:14:00.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage</title><content type='html'>It's time for my girls to find out the wonderfulness that is massage. I'm taking the girls tomorrow to my massage therapist for their first massage! I'll be in the room with them and we'll start with 20 min sessions, but I'm betting they are going to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you girls think of getting massages for children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3729969402983065517?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3729969402983065517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3729969402983065517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3729969402983065517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3729969402983065517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/massage.html' title='Massage'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3583866219636416532</id><published>2010-09-21T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:44:34.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I kept my baby with me today.</title><content type='html'>I have Karl in daycare only two days per week for seven hours per day. Today I just couldn't stand the thought of giving him up to school so I kept him. It's like playing reverse hooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent the day playing together and it's been wonderful. Right now he is sleeping and looks so sweet. I sneak in and look at him all the time. There is something about a sleeping baby that just melts my heart. I cant tell you how many pictures I have of Karl (and the girls) sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just go in and wake up a sleeping baby just because you can? I'm terrible at it. But they are just so cuddly when they first wake up. Especially when they don't want to be awake. I love my cuddle bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3583866219636416532?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3583866219636416532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3583866219636416532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3583866219636416532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3583866219636416532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-kept-my-baby-with-me-today.html' title='I kept my baby with me today.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3122473462833735075</id><published>2010-09-11T23:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:21:21.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler nights = new wardrobe.</title><content type='html'>We went out the other night and I had to put the children in warmer clothes. It made me realize the only person to have clothes that fit was Allison since she uses ella&amp;#39;s hand me downs. Both Karl and Ella needs a fall/winter wardrobe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girls wearing school uniforms helps a bit, which is nice. I bought some pants and long sleeved shirts at the beginning of the school year when everything was on sale. But regular clothes is a different story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bought a bunch of clothes today for Karl at target. And picked up a few pair of jeans for the girls. I will wait for the next 20% off sale at target to get ella&amp;#39;s new clothes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did go a little crazy with the shoes for the girls though. I bought some brown mary janes for each of them and got the cutest ugg knockoffs too. So flippin cute. I also got some clearance flip flops and some slippers too. Hello. My name is nancy and I&amp;#39;m a shoeaholic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Along with being addicted to shoes, I&amp;#39;m also addicted to coats and jackets. On the way out of the store, I spied their new jacket collection. I got myself a beige overcoat and the cutest sage green fitted jacket by converse. I swear I have about two dozen jackets. I&amp;#39;m horrible! But that&amp;#39;s all I bought for myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish these kids didn&amp;#39;t grow so much! Or at least slow down so I didn&amp;#39;t have to buy a complete new wardrobe with every change of the season.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3122473462833735075?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3122473462833735075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3122473462833735075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3122473462833735075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3122473462833735075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/cooler-nights-new-wardrobe.html' title='Cooler nights = new wardrobe.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3697405649192456047</id><published>2010-09-11T11:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:08:36.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller skating</title><content type='html'>I enrolled the girls in a roller skating class. Today was their first lesson. Ella did great but Allison is having a bit of trouble.&lt;p&gt;Its so hard watching your own kid struggle. I wanted to run out there and scoop her up and tell her everything will be alright. But I left her on her own, letting her learn on her own.&lt;p&gt;Good job girls! Momma is very proud of you!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3697405649192456047?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3697405649192456047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3697405649192456047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3697405649192456047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3697405649192456047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/roller-skating.html' title='Roller skating'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8496488769896419768</id><published>2010-09-06T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:41:13.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Modeling.</title><content type='html'>I went to my doctor appointment last week and there was a woman there who gushed all over Karl. She kept telling me Karl should go into modeling. &lt;p&gt;I guess Karl ~is~ a cutie patootie. And not just cute to his mother&amp;#39;s eye. It was sweet to hear her go on and on. Normally I would be annoyed over a stranger going on and on over something in a doctor&amp;#39;s waiting room. But what mother doesn&amp;#39;t want to hear their kid is gorgeous? ~smile~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8496488769896419768?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8496488769896419768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8496488769896419768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8496488769896419768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8496488769896419768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/09/modeling.html' title='Modeling.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3565920638979047168</id><published>2010-08-31T23:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:46:11.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I signed myself up.</title><content type='html'>I signed up to be an official co leader of the daisies this year. It goes daisies, brownies then girl scouts. Last year I co led, but the leader just grouped all the girls together. Which was fine, its just that the girls didn&amp;#39;t get to work on their troop specific patches. We still got a lot of fun patches, just none of the ones you earn specificly for daisies, brownies, girl scouts. &lt;p&gt;So hopefully this year will be better. We can work for their badge specific things and follow a more structures group setting.  I think we can still meet together and do arts and crafts as a group, but we need 30 mins as our smaller groups to work on their troop specifics. Ha. Who knew miss pink rock nancy would be a co leader in girl scouts?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3565920638979047168?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3565920638979047168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3565920638979047168' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3565920638979047168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3565920638979047168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-signed-myself-up.html' title='I signed myself up.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1068806682606965334</id><published>2010-08-29T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:13:36.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karl is finally starting to talk.</title><content type='html'>karl is finally starting to way some words other than mama. In the past week, I&amp;#39;ve gotten baby, truck, papa, peek a boo, juice, shoes and a few others. Yay! Way to go Karl!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Peek a boo!&amp;quot; has got to be my favorite. It comes out &amp;quot;pee a boo&amp;quot; and he says it as he uncovers his eyes. I love that he can have so much fun with something as simple as covering and uncovering his eyes. Ahhh, pure baby fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait for the talking to progress. Being able to tell me what&amp;#39;s up will help so much. I&amp;#39;m so tired of the grunting and pointing. Its like a game of charades every time he wants something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ella and Allison are getting into the groove at school. Allie is doing amazing, I got the report that she follows directions and is eager to raise her hand to answer questions. She loves to learn. Ella, on the other hand, is having trouble following direction. She is falling into the same pattern she had last year, talking out of turn and getting out of her seat. I don&amp;#39;t know what to do about it other than talking to her about it everyday after school. She has the punishment of no cartoons if she ends up on a red light during class. She&amp;#39;s also had to clean her room by herself. I just don&amp;#39;t know what to do about it. Ugh.  &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1068806682606965334?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1068806682606965334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1068806682606965334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1068806682606965334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1068806682606965334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/karl-is-finally-starting-to-talk.html' title='Karl is finally starting to talk.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-925362424038768462</id><published>2010-08-27T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:51:22.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Low betas</title><content type='html'>Did any of you out there have a low beta which ended up into a viable pregnancy? &lt;p&gt;karl was my low beta. 15 @ 11dp3dt (or 14dpo). I have a friend going through beta hell and wanted to share success stories with her. &lt;p&gt;If you had a low beta, tell me your number and dpo please. Thanks!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-925362424038768462?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/925362424038768462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=925362424038768462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/925362424038768462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/925362424038768462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/low-betas.html' title='Low betas'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5357119995898572503</id><published>2010-08-25T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:00:27.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best buy rules.</title><content type='html'>I bought a DVD player for the girls two years ago and I purchased the warranty plan too. The girls are rough with it, as any two five and six year olds would be, so having a no questions asked warranty plan was a good idea.&lt;p&gt;In January, I took it in because the power cord was loose and wouldn&amp;#39;t stay connected and best buy replaced the player. I even got forty bucks back because the price had changed. Awesome. Well, that DVD player didn&amp;#39;t work to well and I already need a new one. I took it in today and they gave me another brand spankin new one again. And the warranty carries over again to the third one. Yay!&lt;p&gt;When buying electronics for kids, I highly rcommend purchasing the extra warranty. One of the best thirty bucks I&amp;#39;ve ever spent!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5357119995898572503?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5357119995898572503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5357119995898572503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5357119995898572503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5357119995898572503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-buy-rules.html' title='Best buy rules.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5037791573807829232</id><published>2010-08-24T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:52:20.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food ideas?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone out there want to share their children&amp;#39;s favorite things to eat for breakfast amd lunch? Karl is such a picky eater and I need suggestions of what else to try.&lt;p&gt;Right now he is eating oatmeal. And he seems to even like it. Amazing! He won&amp;#39;t eat pancakes waffles or french toast. He won&amp;#39;t eat eggs. He won&amp;#39;t eat toast or English muffins or bagels. I just end up getting some fruit down in his tummy.&lt;p&gt;He eats like a bird. I don&amp;#39;t understand how the kid evem gains weight with the amount of food he eats. It makes me feel like a bad mommy when I can&amp;#39;t get him to eat a good meal. &lt;p&gt;So, any suggestions?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5037791573807829232?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5037791573807829232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5037791573807829232' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5037791573807829232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5037791573807829232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-ideas.html' title='Food ideas?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5168996987524749310</id><published>2010-08-23T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:37:50.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby boy.</title><content type='html'>Karl was running into the kitchen and tripped on his own feet. He did a faceplant into the garage door. I watched it like it was in slow motion. I couldn&amp;#39;t catch him, instead I watched him land on his face. I feel so very bad for him. He&amp;#39;s got a huge goose egg on his forehead now. My poor baby boy!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5168996987524749310?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5168996987524749310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5168996987524749310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5168996987524749310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5168996987524749310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-poor-baby-boy.html' title='My poor baby boy.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6378851902304477747</id><published>2010-08-20T21:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:55:58.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does your husband help with the kids?</title><content type='html'>It was a learning curve when Ella was born, but I must say parenting is definately 50/50 now. He used to wait for me to ask him to do this or that, which drive me nuts. I wanted him to just ~do~ whatever needed to be done without me having to ask him to do it. It took a good six months for him to understand this concept. Now he&amp;#39;ll do anything. This includes changing diapers to giving all three kids a bath. It&amp;#39;s nice. He is such an awesome father. I couldn&amp;#39;t ask for anything more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My favorite thing he does is he will take the kids with him when he has to run an errand. I know plenty of fathers who will take care of the kids when the mommy needs to go somewhere, but there are much less dads who will take the kids with them when he needs to go somewhere. Getting out alone to run errands without the kids is nice, but it is even better when I get a break from the kids alone in the house. There is something about a quiet house, sans children, that I love. Does your husband do this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That reminds me of a pet peeve of mine. I hate it when a father refers to watching the kids as &amp;quot;babysitting&amp;quot;. You&amp;#39;re not babysitting dude. You are taking care of your own children! Babysitting happens when you are watching someone else&amp;#39;s child(ren)!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6378851902304477747?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6378851902304477747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6378851902304477747' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6378851902304477747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6378851902304477747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-much-does-your-husband-help-with.html' title='How much does your husband help with the kids?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6498735037549789796</id><published>2010-08-20T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:46:10.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitters and daycare.</title><content type='html'>I know some women who have never left their children with a babysitter. What do you think about this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In my humble opinion, I think its good for a child to learn to be without their parents every now and again. I also think it is good for mommy and daddy to spend some time alone sans baby. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daycare is also something I think is wonderful for the child. I&amp;#39;ve never had separation anxiety with any of my children and I think having babysitters and daycare played a big role in this. My kids learned that sometimes mommy and daddy leave but we always come back. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some people are so against daycare and I just don&amp;#39;t get it. Being around other kids is so good for them. The socialization aspect is huge in itself. And it also builds up their immune systems. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I see some kindergarteners totally freak out each morning when they are dropped off. And these are the same parents who leave with tears in their eyes. I bet dollars to donuts these kids stayed home with mommy and daddy for their first five years of life. I feel proud when my daughters give me a kiss goodbye and them run into their classrooms to start their day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think staying with you child(ren) 24/7 is actually doing a disservice to them. Totally my opinion of course!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6498735037549789796?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6498735037549789796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6498735037549789796' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6498735037549789796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6498735037549789796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/babysitters-and-daycare.html' title='Babysitters and daycare.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1437748577343966078</id><published>2010-08-19T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:39:24.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open house.</title><content type='html'>We just went to open house at the girls&amp;#39; school. Its still early in the year, but its just so awesome to hear how well your children are doing. Both Ella and Allison are in the high literacy and math groups. It looks as of I have two smart pants on my hands!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1437748577343966078?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437748577343966078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1437748577343966078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1437748577343966078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1437748577343966078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/open-house.html' title='Open house.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8266992056719058081</id><published>2010-08-19T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:44:50.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Robin. Yum.</title><content type='html'>Allison picked red robin for her birthday dinner. They sang happy birthday to her and she couldn&amp;#39;t of been more thrilled. &lt;p&gt;Karl was a beast though. He simply did not want to be confined to a high chair. We ate as quickly as we could and got the hell out of there. He is usually such a good baby when we go out. But not this time. It sucked big monkey balls. We ended up having to hold him and walk around with him so he wouldn&amp;#39;t bother the other diners. I hate it when other people just let their kids fuss in public, giving no respect to the other people around them. We are certainly not those people.&lt;p&gt;    &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8266992056719058081?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8266992056719058081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8266992056719058081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8266992056719058081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8266992056719058081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/red-robin-yum.html' title='Red Robin. Yum.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2586396733828862554</id><published>2010-08-17T18:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:29:44.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday my dear Allison!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is my sweet Allie&amp;#39;s birthday. She is going to be a big 5 year old.&lt;p&gt;I just went shopping for all the birthday supplies and presents. Now all I need is the food, but I will get that all on Friday. &lt;p&gt;How in the world I have a five year old and a six year old is beyond me. Time just flies by so quickly. I miss my little babies but I&amp;#39;m also excited to see them grow. &lt;br&gt;For her birthday party this coming weekend, she wants a water party. So I got water guns and water baloons for all the kids. I will put out a twirly sprinkler and the slip n slide too. Here&amp;#39;s hoping the Colorado weather cooperates with me and it&amp;#39;ll be a nice, hot day. &lt;p&gt;Happy birthday my sweet girl.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2586396733828862554?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2586396733828862554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2586396733828862554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2586396733828862554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2586396733828862554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-my-dear-allison.html' title='Happy birthday my dear Allison!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5789637991131490576</id><published>2010-08-16T16:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:16:45.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mother of the day award goes to me.</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting at home playing with Karl when my phone rang. It was from one of ella&amp;#39;s school mate&amp;#39;s mom. &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you coming to pick up your kiddos?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why? Is it an early school day?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s 3:30&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Yeah. School gets out at 3:15. I completely didn&amp;#39;t hve track of the time and I failed to pick up my girls from school! Thank god I have a parent friend there to call me and watch them until I got there. I&amp;#39;m a horrible mom!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5789637991131490576?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5789637991131490576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5789637991131490576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5789637991131490576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5789637991131490576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-mother-of-day-award-goes-to-me.html' title='Bad mother of the day award goes to me.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-975204547090096808</id><published>2010-08-10T22:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:39:40.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the poop diaries.</title><content type='html'>Karl is a pooping machine, but yesterday took the cake.&lt;p&gt;I was giving Ella a bath and Karl wanted to get in so I let him. After the bath was done, I was draining the water and I saw it. Ack! Contamination! So off to the shower to clean up both kids again. &lt;p&gt;As I was drying Ella off, Karl was running around naked. He then came up to me showing me his hands. Yup. He pooped again on the floor and picked it up and smooshed it between his fingers. Into the shower again!&lt;p&gt;And then today when I picked him up from school, I noticed he was wearing different clothes. I was quickly told he had pooped during nap time and got his hands into it, spreading it all over his clothes and his cot. Gross!&lt;p&gt;Why in the world is he playing with it? I&amp;#39;ve heard stories of other kids playing with their poop but my girls never touched theirs. Is this a boy thing? Or am I just lucky I had two kids who skipped this disgusting behavior?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-975204547090096808?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/975204547090096808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=975204547090096808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/975204547090096808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/975204547090096808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/poop-diaries.html' title='the poop diaries.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8629698557646872197</id><published>2010-08-08T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:36:09.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>three days.</title><content type='html'>In three short days, i&amp;#39;ll have two kids in school. I can&amp;#39;t believe it. Where did the time go?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m excited for Allison to start kindergarten. She loves to learn and I think being in school will come natural to her. She wants to be like her big sister so badly. Going to school is just that step she&amp;#39;ll need to get there. Soon she&amp;#39;ll be reading and writing just like Ella. I&amp;#39;m so excited for her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8629698557646872197?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8629698557646872197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8629698557646872197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8629698557646872197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8629698557646872197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-days.html' title='three days.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7749586087895278560</id><published>2010-08-05T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:19:09.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$180</title><content type='html'>I just got done buying the girls&amp;#39; school supplies. $180! I can&amp;#39;t believe the amount of things on their list. Five reams of copy paper. Markers. Paint. Playdough. Paper towels. Hand sanitizer. Pencils. Erasers. Stickers. Towels for rest time. The list goes on and on.&lt;p&gt;I lucked out in finding everything I needed in one store though. That was nice. Actually, I didn&amp;#39;t find a painting smock. Where in the heck will I find that one? &lt;br&gt;Now I have to lug it all to the school. But at least the hard part is done. Whew!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7749586087895278560?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7749586087895278560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7749586087895278560' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7749586087895278560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7749586087895278560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/08/180.html' title='$180'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8521513966791888884</id><published>2010-07-30T14:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:48:26.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tgif</title><content type='html'>Its Friday! Woot! Baby Karl is napping right now and the girls are watching cartoons. Scratch that, they are playing dress up. I want to take them out to do something but I got my spine injections this morning and I have to take it easy. &lt;p&gt;So its a day at home for us. &lt;p&gt;What are your plans for the weekend? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8521513966791888884?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8521513966791888884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8521513966791888884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8521513966791888884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8521513966791888884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif.html' title='Tgif'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2717861297608955368</id><published>2010-07-27T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:46:30.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>less talking and more sleeping.</title><content type='html'>I just told my kids just that. I hear the strangest things come out of my mouth.&lt;p&gt;Do you do it too? Say something and jusg have to laugh at yourself?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2717861297608955368?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2717861297608955368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2717861297608955368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2717861297608955368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2717861297608955368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-talking-and-more-sleeping.html' title='less talking and more sleeping.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-260192424194774265</id><published>2010-07-26T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:13:03.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He is such a boy!</title><content type='html'>I know I&amp;#39;ve blogged about it before, but Karl is such a boy. The differences between him and his sister is night and day. &lt;p&gt;He is just so rough and tough. But I still get me some baby kisses and baby love. I hope he is a tad of a mama&amp;#39;s boy as he grows up. Not too much, but a smidgen. :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-260192424194774265?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/260192424194774265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=260192424194774265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/260192424194774265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/260192424194774265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-is-such-boy.html' title='He is such a boy!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-330689243850437172</id><published>2010-07-24T14:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:16:30.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the law and the law won.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been thinking a lot about my ttc experiences since I wrote the post about it in my other blog.&lt;p&gt;I was mulling over what I said about liking my ivf/fet cycles. It sounds to me now I was saying I liked one bfp more than the others. I didn&amp;#39;t mean for it to sound that way. I just meant I&amp;#39;m glad I experienced so much. Hell yeah I&amp;#39;m happy about getting a cycle #1 bfp! I&amp;#39;m just also happy I also fought (and won) some hard core bfps.  &lt;p&gt;Without my IF, I would of never learned of this awesome community. First the ttc aspect, then the pregnancy and parenting blogs also. Parenting after infertility is way different then the &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; parenting blogs. Not than any is better than another, its just that in happy to be a part of where I am now. We&amp;#39;re bad ass parents! &lt;p&gt;Ask me seven years ago if I&amp;#39;d be explaining how I&amp;#39;m happy I wasn&amp;#39;t fertile. I&amp;#39;d of probably be daydreaming of punching you in the face. I&amp;#39;m just so different now. It took a hard fight and some fabulous wins, but I&amp;#39;m thrilled I&amp;#39;m not fertile. Without my ttc battles, I wouldn&amp;#39;t be the person I am now. And I like myself quite a bit! ~wink~&lt;p&gt;My infertility journey really showed what I was willing to go through to fill those empty seats at the dinner table. None of my babies were wanted more or less than the others. Just because I didn&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;do&amp;quot; anything to get Allison, doesn&amp;#39;t mean I wanted her less. But enduring surgeries, ivf, fet, injections, medications, monkey wands, hsgs, hsss, iuis and a shitload of other things including some substantial debt, just proves what I was willing to do to succeed. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;d do everything again and again to get each of my children. knowing the feeling of succeeding, I know now every single thing I did was worth it. I would have done a lot more if I hadn&amp;#39;t won yet. I&amp;#39;m glad I know that there was never a line of &amp;quot;too much&amp;quot; for me. I read about women not knowing when too much is enough. That&amp;#39;s a question I&amp;#39;m glad I never had to come to. For ~me~, I think the question of too much would be age. Its an answer that is different with each woman and I had my cutoff age. But as far as surgeries, medications, procedures, etc, there was never too much. I&amp;#39;m glad I knew that. &lt;p&gt;Do you have knowledge of your own &amp;quot;when is enough too much?&amp;quot; answer? &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-330689243850437172?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/330689243850437172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=330689243850437172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/330689243850437172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/330689243850437172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-fought-law-and-law-won.html' title='I fought the law and the law won.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7200782338516712800</id><published>2010-07-21T21:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:00:37.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just not right ~wink~. But there is cuteness involved.</title><content type='html'>Karl was dancing tonight to my itunes (dropkick murphies, flogging Molly, pitchfork) actually, every was dancing. Then I notice Karl. He is wearing his social distortion onesie and a huge purple tutu. Karl was swirling around and I got the picture. Ill upload it here in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor baby boy. And this starts them dressing him up and going to tea parties. Poor little Karl. He is outnumbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really, I don't care in regards to the gender sterotypes. If he want a purple tutu on, then so be it. My baby boy can play dress up and barbies if he wants to. Go Karl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me go upload the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TEfBxo2AwCI/AAAAAAAABdY/-VBj8viD3mY/s1600/karl_tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496574928750690338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TEfBxo2AwCI/AAAAAAAABdY/-VBj8viD3mY/s320/karl_tutu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He still is a pretty cute little guy, no?&lt;/p&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/1319085196362169404-7200782338516712800?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200782338516712800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7200782338516712800' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7200782338516712800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7200782338516712800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-just-not-right-but-there-is.html' title='Its just not right ~wink~. But there is cuteness involved.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/TEfBxo2AwCI/AAAAAAAABdY/-VBj8viD3mY/s72-c/karl_tutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7899735504814529607</id><published>2010-07-19T17:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:27:18.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment of rain ruined our day.</title><content type='html'>It rained for something like ten minutes. But it was enough for our city to turn off the two water fountains we have for the kids to play in.&lt;p&gt;There we were, all soaked in sunscreen and our swimming suits. But the only water was from the sprinkling from the sky.&lt;p&gt;Damn it. The kids were so disappointed. I was too. Not from the fountains, but from the looks on my children&amp;#39;s faces.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7899735504814529607?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7899735504814529607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7899735504814529607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7899735504814529607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7899735504814529607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/moment-of-rain-ruined-our-day.html' title='The moment of rain ruined our day.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1674508204720763240</id><published>2010-07-14T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:24:35.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a little guy.</title><content type='html'>We just got back from our 18 month appointment and mr Karl weighed in at a mere 22lbs. Not too small, but on the lower edge of normal. &lt;p&gt;The appointment went well. Even the three shots weren't too traumatic. Still. I hate when we have to inflict pain on him when he doesn't know its coming.  We also talked about his lack of talking. The doctor is assuming right now its simply the fact of birth order or even his hard time with ear infections. So for now, we're just going to wait and see what happens. If no talking by 2, that's when we'll step in with some speech therapy. &lt;p&gt;Time is going by way too fast. Even though I'm not cut out to be a sahm, I'm cherishing the time I get to spend with my little man. And my girls. Its an amazing time in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1674508204720763240?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1674508204720763240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1674508204720763240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1674508204720763240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1674508204720763240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-got-little-guy.html' title='I&apos;ve got a little guy.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5287582025955725515</id><published>2010-07-09T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:49:51.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth order.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my friend about karl not talking yet and she brought up birth order. Its all so true regarding how much birth order makes a difference in children.&lt;p&gt;Ella is the leader. Allie follows. Ella learned to walk, tallk and be potty trained all by the book for her age. Allie did some things faster by watching her not so much older sister doing it.  Karl is a typical baby of the family. Everyone does/talks for him so he is not talking yet. &lt;p&gt;What birth order tidbits do you know about?&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5287582025955725515?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5287582025955725515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5287582025955725515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5287582025955725515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5287582025955725515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/birth-order.html' title='Birth order.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8115083772731606041</id><published>2010-07-02T16:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:32:19.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - having one kid is so easy!</title><content type='html'>The girls went to grandma and papa's this week so I've had only Karl since Sunday. I miss my girls dearly, but WHOA. Having just Karl is the easiest thing ever. No fighting girls. No drama. I'm keeping my house clean. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving in the morning (depending on one of my best friends having her baby) to go up to Salida to spend the weekend and get my girls and I'm so excited. But a little bummed that the week is over already. Does that make me a horrible mom for liking the time away from them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine when grandma takes the entire troop with them for the week. The take them about twice a year and ~maybe~ next time she'll take Karl too. A week without any kids? I can't even fathom it. I would actually get to sleep past 7am. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you have anyone who takes your kids for more than a day or two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8115083772731606041?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8115083772731606041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8115083772731606041' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8115083772731606041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8115083772731606041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-having-one-kid-is-so-easy.html' title='OMG - having one kid is so easy!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5406027267152920547</id><published>2010-06-10T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:09:24.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>Ella graduates from kindergarten in the morning. I'm so very proud of her! Onto first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a short eight weeks, Allison starts kindergarten. Wow. Two kids in school. I'm flabbergasted!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Congratulations my dear Ella. We are so proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5406027267152920547?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5406027267152920547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5406027267152920547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5406027267152920547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5406027267152920547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1669647972758058698</id><published>2010-06-04T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:23:43.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>talent show</title><content type='html'>KToday is the big talent show at Ella's school. She is in two performances. One wiill be her singing with 4 backup singers and the other is one with a group of teachers. I'm just so proud of her. The whole family is going to see her - mommy and daddy and both sets of grandparents. Go Ella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two kids are doing great. Allison is excited at the prospect of starting kindergarten. And Karl is such a boy! I can't believe how much of a boy he is. The difference between him and the girls is night and day. Its amazing. I should call him Karl the Destroyer as he destroys anything he gets his little hands on. I gave him a little snowglobe to look at and within seconds, he spiked it on the ground, smshing it into little pieces. My mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all is well on the western front. I hope its the same for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1669647972758058698?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1669647972758058698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1669647972758058698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1669647972758058698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1669647972758058698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/06/talent-show.html' title='talent show'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-1886335952784353095</id><published>2010-05-16T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:55:28.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues</title><content type='html'>Karl is freaking hilarious when he dances. He's totally into it right now and will dance at any music he hears. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does this little half knee bend and dances around with side steps and with his arms flailing. I guess dance is just in his bones like they are with most kids - just dancing for the pure baby fun of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-1886335952784353095?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/1886335952784353095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=1886335952784353095' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1886335952784353095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/1886335952784353095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-dance-put-on-your-red-shoes-and.html' title='Let&apos;s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3084039340720148821</id><published>2010-05-07T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:27:41.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Recall</title><content type='html'>Allison is sick now with a fever and puking episodes. I ran out of Motrin so I sent daddy to the store to get more. He came home with the generic versions after the pharmacist told him all about the motrin and Tylenol recalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked it up online and found that 4 of the 5 bottles I have at home are part of the recall. I was able to request replacements for all of my bottles too. So that's cool of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the puking was brought on by the medication I gave the kids for their high fevers. I gave both kids recalled products. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to the medications being thrown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3084039340720148821?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3084039340720148821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3084039340720148821' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3084039340720148821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3084039340720148821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/05/total-recall.html' title='Total Recall'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7838972837401438575</id><published>2010-05-04T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:55:44.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke.</title><content type='html'>Karl is sick. Yesterday, he puked 4 times. Twice on me. Once on the hubby. And once in my car. The one in the car seat was the worst. Not because of the aspect of cleaning it, but because I couldn't help the poor little boy. He just sat there, spewing out the contents of his belly, puking on himself. And he was obviously scared to death. Little babies just don't know what is going on when they puke and it scares them. The look of terror on his face while I was driving just broke my heart. I pulled over immediately, but by then he was done. It broke my heart not to be there for my boy, even though I was only 2 feet away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puking aside, he had a fever, runny nose, loss of appetite and bloody pus dripping out of his right ear. I got in with the doctor to get some antibiotics for his ear infection. Thank god he has tubes or that blood/pus would be killer pushing on his little eardrum. He's on the mend though, as no fever or puking today. And less snuggling time for mommy. Yesterday, all he wanted was me. Today, he was up and about - running around everywhere. But still being cranky, which is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella had a school play today in which she sang along with her class. One song was also done in sign language, which was really cool. In fact, this isn't the first time they do sign language along with singing. I'm so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison has been a little terror lately. She is ~fine~ all day with me, but the moment Ella gets home, she acts like a little devil. I don't know why she's acting like she is. I guess it's due to having to share my attention. Whatever it is, it's really grinding on my nerves. I'm literally at a loss as of what to do. I'm dealing with it day by day, but I need to focus on a long term solution. I feel like I'm drowning in the daily drama when the big picture is what should be looked at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7838972837401438575?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7838972837401438575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7838972837401438575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7838972837401438575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7838972837401438575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/05/puke.html' title='Puke.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-980501860795296811</id><published>2010-04-27T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:30:35.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karl. The Destructor.</title><content type='html'>What a difference having a boy is after two girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's constantly knocking this down, throwing things, climbing up on things. What happened to my sweet baby karl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an idiot I gave him a snowglobe to look at. In a matter of a moment, he spiked it down on the hardwood floor to where it bursted into a bajillion glass and glitter pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just non-stop. I wonder if this truly is boys vs girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-980501860795296811?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/980501860795296811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=980501860795296811' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/980501860795296811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/980501860795296811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/karl-destructor.html' title='Karl. The Destructor.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5485876154869216085</id><published>2010-04-25T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:51:50.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday sweet pea!</title><content type='html'>Ella is 6 years old now. Quite crazy its been over a half a decade in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had her party today although her birthday was Friday. We had 11 kids and even more adults at her party. It was at an inside amusement park and it seems like everyone had a great time. Expensive though, so that sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweet pea. Mommy and daddy (and brother and sister) love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5485876154869216085?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5485876154869216085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5485876154869216085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5485876154869216085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5485876154869216085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-sweet-pea.html' title='happy birthday sweet pea!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3878975991333509647</id><published>2010-04-19T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:04:39.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three sleeping beauties.</title><content type='html'>I miss my kids when they are sleeping. I sneak in their rooms and watch their peaceful faces while they sleep. I want to wake them up so badly just to cuddle with them. Of course I don't, but I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't steal moments with Karl though. He is just like his mommy, he is such a light sleeper. At just the smallest of noise, he sits right up in his bed. And of course he stays awake after being woke. Knowing I can't go in his room makes it all the worse for me. Instead, I stand by his door and open it a crack and I listen to his breathing. Sometimes he has the cutest little snore. I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sleeping beauties. I can't get over how lucky I really am. What did I do in a past life to have such a blessed present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3878975991333509647?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3878975991333509647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3878975991333509647' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3878975991333509647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3878975991333509647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-sleeping-beauties.html' title='Three sleeping beauties.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4153027416480039162</id><published>2010-04-19T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:17:24.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookee what I got!</title><content type='html'>Check out the outfit I received today in the mail from &lt;a href="http://seussgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suessgirl&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8ydXrNCajI/AAAAAAAABc4/8v0fC5K0KQk/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8ydXrNCajI/AAAAAAAABc4/8v0fC5K0KQk/s320/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461913478153529906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shorts have skull and crossbones all over them and the shirts are all about skateboarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is she? She has 3 boys of her own and she went and thought of Karl when she saw this. I'm beyond words when I receive an act of kindness like this. So thank you Janelle! I ~love~ the outfit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4153027416480039162?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4153027416480039162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4153027416480039162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4153027416480039162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4153027416480039162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/lookee-what-i-got.html' title='Lookee what I got!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8ydXrNCajI/AAAAAAAABc4/8v0fC5K0KQk/s72-c/clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8242760238384146467</id><published>2010-04-17T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:12:22.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Peas</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any pictures lately. This is from a nice day outside in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweatpea, Ella ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTzViAb_I/AAAAAAAABcg/epouLdBmyk8/s1600/ella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTzViAb_I/AAAAAAAABcg/epouLdBmyk8/s320/ella2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340008302538738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Allie beans ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTzi6msHI/AAAAAAAABco/MkoDo7qF2Cc/s1600/allie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTzi6msHI/AAAAAAAABco/MkoDo7qF2Cc/s320/allie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340011895369842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby Karl ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTz4-sk4I/AAAAAAAABcw/BuS-fxxrsZE/s1600/karl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTz4-sk4I/AAAAAAAABcw/BuS-fxxrsZE/s320/karl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340017818112898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still blows my mind these are ~my~ kids. I'm one of the luckiest women in the world. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8242760238384146467?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8242760238384146467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8242760238384146467' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8242760238384146467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8242760238384146467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-three-peas.html' title='My Three Peas'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S8qTzViAb_I/AAAAAAAABcg/epouLdBmyk8/s72-c/ella2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6923820622294408566</id><published>2010-04-07T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:36:23.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's "more than ready" for kindergarten.</title><content type='html'>I just took Allison in for her Kindergarten Assessment. How nerve wracking! They let you watch on a monitor and that's it. Which is better, I suppose, that Mom and Dad aren't right there to interfere, but it's hard just watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, no reason to worry. Allison was deemed "more than ready" to start. In a mere 4 months, she'll be in school! Wow. Two kids in school. I'm flabbergasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6923820622294408566?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6923820622294408566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6923820622294408566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6923820622294408566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6923820622294408566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/shes-more-than-ready-for-kindergarten.html' title='She&apos;s &quot;more than ready&quot; for kindergarten.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4791003026248117737</id><published>2010-04-06T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:53:21.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just too much.</title><content type='html'>Karl is too active. I swear! Going to the grocery store is now a feat in itself. I have to tie the baby down using ~two~ straps! (the one connected to the cart and the one that comes with my grocery cart carrier thingy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he wants to do is Run! Run! Run! One step outside with him in my arms has him squirming to get down. He sees outside as a huge playground and he wants to be part of it. And he'll get there. Oh yes, he'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4791003026248117737?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4791003026248117737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4791003026248117737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4791003026248117737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4791003026248117737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-just-too-much.html' title='He&apos;s just too much.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7521560813392740208</id><published>2010-04-02T11:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:12:59.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Poop.</title><content type='html'>You know, they never tell you how long you REALLY will be dealing with wiping your children's butts when you get pregnant. If you have two under two (or multiples), you'll hear "you'll have TWO kids in diapers!!!" like it's a huge undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they never say "you'll have to be wiping the butts of everyone under 5 years old!" regardless if they are potty trained or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm really tired of wiping the butts of three children all at once. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other unrelated news - Karl got tooth #7 in yesterday. The Captains Wife commented her baby girl, about the same age as Karl, has all ~16~ baby teeth in. Had I not had Ella, I'd be floored by the news, but even still, I am quite impressed. Ella had all her teeth, excluding her two year old molars, by her first birthday. The molars soon followed. With Allison, she was completely toothless on her first birthday. Her two year old molars are still not in. Ella has 4 more teeth than Allison still. karl seems to be taking the middle ground, getting teeth on an average schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got video of Karl running yesterday. But he's naked so I can't put that up for all to see. A baby butt is okay, butthe video contained it all. He's so super cute running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7521560813392740208?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7521560813392740208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7521560813392740208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7521560813392740208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7521560813392740208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/poop.html' title='Poop.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-9145484448514130383</id><published>2010-04-01T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:27:38.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Run, Karl! RUN!</title><content type='html'>My little boy, the baby who just started walking, is now a track star. He puts his arms out for balance and then takes off running. ~So~ cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, he got his 6th tooth in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your baby's recent milestones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-9145484448514130383?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/9145484448514130383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=9145484448514130383' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9145484448514130383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9145484448514130383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-karl-run.html' title='Run, Karl! RUN!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-7646606053852350824</id><published>2010-03-29T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:45:57.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Mother Ever.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to pick up my daughter from kindergarten. I had an atrocious headache and went to last down (it was only 2pm). Next thing I know my husband is calling me asking me where the hell I am and didn't I realize it was 4pm? (I pick up Ella at 3:30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through picking up my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she has a teacher who stays to 6pm because she carpools with her husband and Ella was in her room playing with her daughters, both of whom are in girl scouts with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. I slept through it. I feel tiny and like a horrible mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-7646606053852350824?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/7646606053852350824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=7646606053852350824' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7646606053852350824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/7646606053852350824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-mother-ever.html' title='Worst Mother Ever.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4702220439713435668</id><published>2010-03-22T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:30:30.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>It's Ella's first spring break. I kept the other two kids out of daycare this week too, to spend family time together. Today is not that fun, as I had a head doctor appointment (all is well, she's keeping me on my current regiment of anti depression meds) and a drop off to the pharmacy for my meds and pain patches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a special day. The husband is taking the day off to take the family to the Denver Zoo. We've never been there so it'll be new to all of us. I have my big back dr appointment tomorrow morning, but after that, we'll be on our way to Denver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day I think I'm going to drive the kids to Salida to visit the grandparents for a few days. I don't know what we'll have lined up, but I'm sure it'll include lots of swimming in the town's hot springs swimming pool. I don't think we'll take the kids skiing, but that's also an option. I'm so proud of how well the girls ski with just two days skiing under their belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4702220439713435668?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4702220439713435668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4702220439713435668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4702220439713435668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4702220439713435668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4697124976364420946</id><published>2010-03-21T17:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:39:54.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You!</title><content type='html'>It was a birthday weekend this weekend. Both girls had a birthday party to go to. Which means ~I~ had two birthday parties to go to. My husband has done his fair share of taking the girls to parties, so this weekend was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was Ella's friend's birthday. It was a skating party and Ella had a great time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6atgz0f9-I/AAAAAAAABcY/TYaTyxIhv08/s1600-h/ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6atgz0f9-I/AAAAAAAABcY/TYaTyxIhv08/s320/ella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451235178156390370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Allie's friend's birthday. It was held at a kid's gym which was actually pretty damned cool. As you can see, Allie also had a great time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6atD-4nXNI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kZ7fr1LtxL4/s1600-h/allie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451234682910235858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6atD-4nXNI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kZ7fr1LtxL4/s320/allie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired and have had enough of birthday parties for the time being. I can't wait until the girls are old enough that I can just drop them off for a party and pick them up afterwards. I've attended enough parties to last me for years to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4697124976364420946?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4697124976364420946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4697124976364420946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4697124976364420946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4697124976364420946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6atgz0f9-I/AAAAAAAABcY/TYaTyxIhv08/s72-c/ella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4308700370702490634</id><published>2010-03-19T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:00:17.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday it was in the 60s. Today it's snowing.</title><content type='html'>We took advantage of the nice weather yesterday by going to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl being the big boy that he is and climbing on top of everything. Notice the hurley shirt and red converse. Bad ass, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os4DpgXSI/AAAAAAAABcA/q7OcJYA3tzE/s1600-h/park4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390053100477730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os4DpgXSI/AAAAAAAABcA/q7OcJYA3tzE/s320/park4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also ~digs~ swinging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os3VhZ2UI/AAAAAAAABb4/n91i_gewPAI/s1600-h/park3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390040718465346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os3VhZ2UI/AAAAAAAABb4/n91i_gewPAI/s320/park3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is also my climber. She'll get on top of anything and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os21quJmI/AAAAAAAABbw/3sfR5HqvTz4/s1600-h/park2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390032167609954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os21quJmI/AAAAAAAABbw/3sfR5HqvTz4/s320/park2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie stays low. She likes this chain walk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os2ZYQBeI/AAAAAAAABbo/WFIPkx1d2i4/s1600-h/park1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390024573945314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os2ZYQBeI/AAAAAAAABbo/WFIPkx1d2i4/s320/park1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today it's in the 20s and snowing. You gotta love colorado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4308700370702490634?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4308700370702490634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4308700370702490634' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4308700370702490634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4308700370702490634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-it-was-in-60s-today-its.html' title='Yesterday it was in the 60s. Today it&apos;s snowing.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S6Os4DpgXSI/AAAAAAAABcA/q7OcJYA3tzE/s72-c/park4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3198305182485519716</id><published>2010-03-13T09:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:32:18.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm overwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>I just can't be a stay at home mom for much longer. Either that, or I'm going to have to change things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home is just the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - wake up&lt;br /&gt;730a - breakfast&lt;br /&gt;8a - playtime&lt;br /&gt;930a - 1130a - karl's nap&lt;br /&gt;12 - lunch&lt;br /&gt;1230p - 330p - playtime&lt;br /&gt;3:30p - pick up Ella&lt;br /&gt;3:40p-5:30 - karl's nap&lt;br /&gt;6p - dinner&lt;br /&gt;7p - playtime or bathtime&lt;br /&gt;8pm - bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something else. But I don't have any money. And it's cold out. What can I do INSIDE for free with the kids? We need something. Or I will slowly go insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3198305182485519716?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3198305182485519716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3198305182485519716' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3198305182485519716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3198305182485519716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-overwhelmed.html' title='I&apos;m overwhelmed.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4423740916082848375</id><published>2010-03-04T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:09:24.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Walking.</title><content type='html'>I've been told by many people "karl will just suddenly take off walking and surprise you." I've nodded politely to each person replying "yup, maybe!" while I kinda rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I must admit "they" were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Karl just changed his mind about crawling and decided walking was his thing. This morning too. He's now walking about 80% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4423740916082848375?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4423740916082848375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4423740916082848375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4423740916082848375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4423740916082848375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking.html' title='Walking.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3684419184367313603</id><published>2010-03-02T17:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:24:26.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video update</title><content type='html'>A few videos to show the grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie skiing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b491fcb3c5f8dbb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3684419184367313603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3684419184367313603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3684419184367313603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-update.html' title='video update'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2685707035951753056</id><published>2010-03-01T12:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:36:00.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Karl is so smart!</title><content type='html'>My kids constantly surprise me with what they know. When Ella came home one day from daycare and wrote her name, I was flabbergasted. When Allison counted to twenty in Spanish, I was floored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Karl was the one who shocked me by showing me he knows his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in my lap while I was sitting on the couch and I asked him, "Where's Karl's nose?" He immediately pointed to his nose and gave me a big grin. Next up was his mouth where he stuck his fingers in his mouth. His eyes and ears followed. Then I asked him where mommy's nose was. A tiny little baby hand quickly pinched my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea he knew this. We spent the weekend at Tom's parent's house and I heard his mom going over eyes/ears/nose/mouth with him. I guess that was enough because he's got them down pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Who knew a little baby touching his nose would bring me such joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all your little ones doing now? What's their newest trick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2685707035951753056?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2685707035951753056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2685707035951753056' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2685707035951753056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2685707035951753056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/03/karl-is-so-smart.html' title='Karl is so smart!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-100589973589540785</id><published>2010-02-23T13:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:37:09.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Take of the lens cap Stupid!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's me trying to capture Karl's first steps on camera. But the prolem is immediately remedied, getting said milestone! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Karl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23a42f921acd586a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23a42f921acd586a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331471363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B4E84C4A31B93097BAF6452538566E9F5695FEE.4B7D818489FE183E61EF977CC457B8DAF96425A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23a42f921acd586a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Wuf5cuuX_IDLHV7PLNA_sHmsGE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23a42f921acd586a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331471363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B4E84C4A31B93097BAF6452538566E9F5695FEE.4B7D818489FE183E61EF977CC457B8DAF96425A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23a42f921acd586a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Wuf5cuuX_IDLHV7PLNA_sHmsGE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-100589973589540785?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/100589973589540785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=100589973589540785' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/100589973589540785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/100589973589540785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-of-lens-cap-stupid.html' title='Take of the lens cap Stupid!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6443890832821084152</id><published>2010-02-16T17:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:19:33.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new bugaloo?</title><content type='html'>Parenting is going swimmingly. Nothing major going on at all, but I thought I'd pop in to give a little update, since all I've talked about in the past few weeks is food and poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella received the student of the month award at school. I attended the award ceremony at her school last week to witness the honor. She's such an amazing little girl and surprises me with every turn. She's reading and writing every moment she gets and never seems to get bored. She is also into math and recites counting in various forms, ie: by twos, fives, tens, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also in pre girl scouts called the Daisies. I just went to the girl scout office today and purchased her vest and attached her little earned badges. One of the badges, roller skating,  which she earned a few weeks ago, was so cool I bought one for myself. I bet it's not allowed for adults wearing a badge, but I'm totally going to sew it onto one of my own t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I still unemployed, I have signed up to be a co-leader for her troop. I may end up regretting my decision, but I'll give it a go. It seems little girls actually like me. They can look past the piercings and tattoos and just see a friendly woman. I noticed this phenomena when we went roller skating. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, so my ink was out, but little girls kept asking me for help. There I was, holding hands with my own daughter and other little girls who wanted help, all while their snotty mothers watched with rolling eyes from the sidelines. Ha. Whatever ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison is causing me to pull my hair out. She's constantly fighting with Ella, always the aggressor. She just can't keep her hands to herself. I don't know what to do, I'm at the end of my rope with her. She's good all day when with me, yet when Ella gets home, she goes insane. I try to give her so much attention, yet she still acts out. Maybe it's still the transition of being the middle child, but man, it's been a year. I don't know how long I can handle it. But I've got no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really learning a lot from Ella's studies in school. She copies her at every turn and is right there next to her, teaching herself how to read and do math. Although her behavior has a lot to be desired, her learning is amazing. I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl is doing great. Still not walking, but I know it will happen in it's own time. He's already 13 months! Both girls walked before their first birthday, but Karl is perfectly happy to get around by crawling. He stands by himself a lot, but if movement is necessary, down on his knees he goes. He shows absolutely no interest in walking. He does love his little walker, and if positioned, he'll take off walking with it. But other than that, nada. Oh well, in his own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's started crying when I drop him off at daycare though. It breaks my heart. He's such a momma's boy! His teachers say he stops crying right away, but still - I hate it. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you nothing was going on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6443890832821084152?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6443890832821084152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6443890832821084152' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6443890832821084152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6443890832821084152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-new-bugaloo.html' title='What&apos;s new bugaloo?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8833873616017150528</id><published>2010-02-15T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:02:22.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap. Literally.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand how a little person can create so much poop. Karl is an expert, rarely do I get just a wet diaper. It's his norm, so I'm used to it, but man o man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8833873616017150528?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8833873616017150528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8833873616017150528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8833873616017150528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8833873616017150528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-crap-literally.html' title='Holy crap. Literally.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2747612387640237522</id><published>2010-02-09T12:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:00:38.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding.</title><content type='html'>What do you feed a one year old? I have totally forgotten everything I've fed the girls and I'm at a loss at every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl is eating mac n cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, eggs and all kinds of cut up fruit and veggies. I still am feeding him the rest of the baby food I have, but he's no longer diggin' it. I think he wants to ~eat~ and chew. What a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also 100% weaned off of formula and on whole milk. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I feed him. I need ideas. What do you feed your baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2747612387640237522?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2747612387640237522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2747612387640237522' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2747612387640237522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2747612387640237522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeding.html' title='Feeding.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3173354879221089147</id><published>2010-02-08T14:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:07:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures ...</title><content type='html'>Not much going on, we all just got over a stomach bug which had me cleaning up after a day of all three kids puking multiple times - at the same time. Fun fun fun. But all is well now and just wanted to pop in to say we're all still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S3B8qnRUvcI/AAAAAAAABbI/IhWWU4gMgSw/s1600-h/karl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435981821774183874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S3B8qnRUvcI/AAAAAAAABbI/IhWWU4gMgSw/s320/karl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S3B8qNcGstI/AAAAAAAABbA/WVBHIJ1aRD8/s1600-h/karl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435981814840079058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S3B8qNcGstI/AAAAAAAABbA/WVBHIJ1aRD8/s320/karl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3173354879221089147?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3173354879221089147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3173354879221089147' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3173354879221089147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3173354879221089147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-pictures.html' title='A few pictures ...'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S3B8qnRUvcI/AAAAAAAABbI/IhWWU4gMgSw/s72-c/karl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-17401682819766586</id><published>2010-02-03T03:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:46:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 3:36am here</title><content type='html'>and I am wide awake. All because of a diaper rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, a diaper rash. Karl's little bum is super sensitive and we have already dealt way too much of his fair share of them. Hell, the first few weeks of his life was spent with a GI bug and ~every~ diaper change consisted of a bleeding rash and major crocodile tears. Poor baby didn't know any better than to think every diaper change was painful. He never had a painless change until weeks and weeks after his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pediatrician says newborns with GI issues "heal" much, much later than it normally would if baby was a tad bit older. I went through a dozen, if not more, newborn diapers a day. I also used an entire tub of the best diaper creme in the world - triple paste. The only diaper rash cream without the stinging stuff that's in butt paste, destitin, A+D, etc... basically everything working on the main ingredient of zinc oxide. Triple paste, at $30 for a small tub, was worth its weight in gold. Anywho, back to my story.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been programmed to wake up with his cries this week due to another diaper rash caused, I think, by an incoming tooth. It's ~just~ about t0 pop through. Here's hoping it comes through sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Awake as the rest of the family sleeps. My back hurts too bad to just try to lay back down, so here I sit until a pain pill starts to work. Back pain sucks. It sucks even more at 3:46a. Bah. This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-17401682819766586?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/17401682819766586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=17401682819766586' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/17401682819766586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/17401682819766586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-336am-here.html' title='It&apos;s 3:36am here'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3691291077747562286</id><published>2010-01-31T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:58:23.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>First Steps!</title><content type='html'>Karl took his first steps today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first I missed, but he walked to grandma. Then tonight, he took a step from the couch to me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to ~go~ Karl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3691291077747562286?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3691291077747562286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3691291077747562286' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3691291077747562286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3691291077747562286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-steps.html' title='First Steps!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8282083285622012612</id><published>2010-01-26T12:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:53:06.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karl had his surgery yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Karl got tubes inserted in his ears yesterday. It all went well and after we got home, it was as if nothing had even happened. I can't say that for when we were at the hospital. Karl got what they call the "anesthesia screams".  It was terrible. But let me back up a bit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to check in at 6:30am, which was extremely early, but very good for Karl.&lt;em&gt; (and thanks to Laurel for coming over before the sun was up to watch the girls. She's an awesome friend!)&lt;/em&gt; Since he couldn't eat or drink after midnight, not letting a baby eat in the morning is too confusing for the baby. So we were able to just scoop him up out of bed and get him to the appointment without any fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time before the surgery went well. Karl was as good as always, smiling up the nurses and other patients. We got him in his little hospital gown and he was so darned cute! I then put on my garb - booties, gown and hat - and I carried him into the surgery room. They put the gas mask on him while I was holding him and within seconds, his eyes rolled back in his head and he was out. The nurse then took him from me and had me leave the room. That was the hardest part - leaving my baby in that room. I knew he was safe, but still. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes later, his surgeon came in the waiting room and told us everything went well. He had lots of fluid behind each ear, so he should feel better immediately. Then a nurse came and got us to take us back to recovery. As soon as we walked through the doors - I heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was screaming and crying. Louder than I have ever heard him. We walked in the room and a nurse had him in her arms, trying to soothe him. Thank goodness I knew about this reaction or I would have freaked out. He wasn't in pain, but he was confused as to why he felt the way he did. Waking up from anesthesia is even weird for me, so I can only imagine what it's like for him. He was squirming and just crying so hard. Inconsolable. He cried in my arms the entire time we were in recovery and into the car. As we started moving, he got better and then passed out. The rest of the day was normal and had I not known, I'd never guess he had surgery that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if the fluid made him uneasy on his feet. I say so because he kept letting go of things while standing and stood on his own more than I've ever seen him do. And suddenly, his little push behind walker is his favorite toy - he pushes it all over the house, walking on his little legs behind it. He's never done that yet and now he's up and down the hallway with it. Hrm, something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the song "rock a bye baby"? Have you ever thought of the lyrics? It's horrible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8282083285622012612?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8282083285622012612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8282083285622012612' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8282083285622012612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8282083285622012612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/karl-had-his-surgery-yesterday.html' title='Karl had his surgery yesterday.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-521911365586906176</id><published>2010-01-23T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:42:40.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molecules.</title><content type='html'>Ella just told me how the molecules act in solids, liquids and gases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-521911365586906176?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/521911365586906176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=521911365586906176' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/521911365586906176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/521911365586906176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/molecules.html' title='Molecules.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3708991139471643244</id><published>2010-01-22T14:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:08:20.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ella!"</title><content type='html'>To keep the babies "busy" at daycare, the teachers will put them in a huge stroller (fits 6 babies!) and walk up and down the hallways with them. It gets the little babies out of their room to break it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was walking down the hallway with Ella towards Karl's room. When we turned the corner, we saw the stroller full of babies. Karl ~immediately~ made eye contact with Ella, put out his arms, clenched/unclenched his fingers and yelled "Ella! Ella! Ella!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His official 3rd word is "Ella".  ("momma" and "dada" were first and second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3708991139471643244?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3708991139471643244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3708991139471643244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3708991139471643244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3708991139471643244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ella.html' title='&quot;Ella!&quot;'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8609906448664741172</id><published>2010-01-20T13:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:38:40.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting.</title><content type='html'>Five, Ten, Fifteen, Twenty, Twenty-five, Thirty, Thirty-five, Forty, Forty-Five, Fifty, Fifty-five, Sixty, Sixty-five, Seventy, Seventy-five, Eighty, Eighty-five, Ninety, Ninety-five, One hundred, Two hundred, Three hundred, Four hundred, Five hundred, Six hundred, Seven hundred, Eight hundred, Nine hundred, One thousand, Two thousand, Three thousand, Four thousand, Five thousand, Six thousand, Seven thousand, Eight thousand, Nine thousand, Ten thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 187 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hear from Ella all day. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8609906448664741172?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8609906448664741172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8609906448664741172' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8609906448664741172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8609906448664741172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/counting.html' title='Counting.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-6834853845410169956</id><published>2010-01-20T08:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:40:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I don't like about today's cartoons.</title><content type='html'>The girls watch nick jr cartoons and well, they suck. And I just realized why. They all have 'messages' in them. Remember OUR cartoons? It was mindless! Cats chasing mice. Dogs chasing cats. (I loved Tom and Jerry). But today, the cartoons have to be ABOUT something. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-6834853845410169956?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/6834853845410169956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=6834853845410169956' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6834853845410169956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/6834853845410169956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-dont-like-about-todays-cartoons.html' title='What I don&apos;t like about today&apos;s cartoons.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8409670662086581906</id><published>2010-01-13T16:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:25:14.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the movies lately?</title><content type='html'>~ There are like 3 movies out there right now about the murder of a daughter. Did all the movie studios get together and make some horrible plan? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Did I mention Karl is getting tubes put in his ears on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;? As it draws nearer, I'm getting more nervous. I hope they let me hold him while they put him under anesthesia like they let me do with Allison. I don't like the idea of him being awake and scared in that big surgery room without me there. It would make me feel a lot better if I knew I was able to be there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I guess I'm not the only one who thinks Ella is a beauty. I went to Ella's school last week to pick her up from Daisy troop and I was roaming around the halls with Karl on my hip. Two teachers stopped me and said ...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher1: "What a cute little baby!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher1: "Oh, aren't you the mom of the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; kindergartner, um Emma?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ella?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher1: "Yes! She is the most beautiful little girl in school." Looking at the other teacher, "You know who I'm talking about right? The little rosy cheeked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; kindergartner?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher2: "I know who you are talking about! I told my husband that if I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; I would have a daughter who looked like her, I'd have another baby!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. How nice was that little conversation? Any mother loves when someone dotes on their child, but to be stopped in a hallway to hear such compliments? ~blush~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8409670662086581906?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8409670662086581906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8409670662086581906' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8409670662086581906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8409670662086581906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-with-movies-lately.html' title='What&apos;s with the movies lately?'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3923531594953072094</id><published>2010-01-10T17:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:11:38.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today he's ~one~.</title><content type='html'>And what a year it's been ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hospital to get turn him and my water suddenly breaks on its own ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4mTVoyHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qNh0xmja2Kw/s1600-h/Jan09_karlsBirth02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281300542572658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4mTVoyHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qNh0xmja2Kw/s320/Jan09_karlsBirth02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A screaming newborn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4m6CEmuI/AAAAAAAABaA/L8bJ1VMJBQs/s1600-h/Jan09_karlsBirth05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281310929492706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4m6CEmuI/AAAAAAAABaA/L8bJ1VMJBQs/s320/Jan09_karlsBirth05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After emergency surgery recovery, mommy ~finally~ gets to meet baby ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4ndI0HHI/AAAAAAAABaI/j6iF6WpJdpM/s1600-h/Jan09_karlsBirth24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281320353012850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4ndI0HHI/AAAAAAAABaI/j6iF6WpJdpM/s320/Jan09_karlsBirth24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month old ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4n44WqKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ieZpmR4gzMU/s1600-h/Feb09_misc05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281327800166562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4n44WqKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ieZpmR4gzMU/s320/Feb09_misc05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months old and smiles ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4oazDQ0I/AAAAAAAABaY/wODR-aY-56s/s1600-h/Mar09_smiles03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281336904729410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4oazDQ0I/AAAAAAAABaY/wODR-aY-56s/s320/Mar09_smiles03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months old and growing some teeth! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6OBnGdeI/AAAAAAAABag/bsWANtaQ-zg/s1600-h/Jul09_outside21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283082490377698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6OBnGdeI/AAAAAAAABag/bsWANtaQ-zg/s320/Jul09_outside21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months old and loving the swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6Om2KMTI/AAAAAAAABao/2UvhZgzWTNY/s1600-h/Sept09_balloonFestival37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283092485648690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6Om2KMTI/AAAAAAAABao/2UvhZgzWTNY/s320/Sept09_balloonFestival37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full year old and loved for every minute of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6PdfojBI/AAAAAAAABa4/U5Ab72-uNL4/s1600-h/IMG00594-20100110-1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283107155119122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p6PdfojBI/AAAAAAAABa4/U5Ab72-uNL4/s320/IMG00594-20100110-1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my little man. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3923531594953072094?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3923531594953072094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3923531594953072094' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3923531594953072094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3923531594953072094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-hes-one.html' title='Today he&apos;s ~one~.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/S0p4mTVoyHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qNh0xmja2Kw/s72-c/Jan09_karlsBirth02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-3842080362917021570</id><published>2010-01-09T18:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:11:31.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr Karl</title><content type='html'>We had karl's first birthday party today. Tomorrow, his real birthday (and I'll post the obvious pictures we all do on these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood today all by himself. He's my only child who wasn't walking by 1. What a slacker. ~wink~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-3842080362917021570?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/3842080362917021570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=3842080362917021570' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3842080362917021570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/3842080362917021570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mr-karl.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr Karl'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-4255031985708655759</id><published>2009-12-29T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:57:06.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Much Better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; for all the well wishes! Karl is doing much better. His fever broke yesterday afternoon and has so far kept it normal for today. He is still acting a tad bit cranky, but he's back to playing instead of snuggling. While I loved the snugglebunny I had, I'd rather him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an appointment with the ENT tomorrow morning to talk tubes for Mr Karl. I hope to get his surgery scheduled asap so we can get him as comfortable as possible as soon as possible. I'd like to say I'm not nervous, since I've been through 2 sets of tubes with Allison, but I'm still very anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back to when Allison got her first set of tubes and they let me hold her while she went under anesthesia. When they then took her from me and told me to go wait in the waiting room, I couldn't hold it together. I started bawling. I went to the waiting room, grabbed a tissue, picked a magazine and sat down. By the time I opened the first page, the surgeon was already back in the waiting room telling me she did wonderful. So I know it's a simple process and I know it's quick as can be, but I find myself pretty nervous about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cute note, Karl is ALL ABOUT giving kisses right now. He started giving kisses months ago, but it was very hit and miss - way more missing than hits. Now, when you look at him and ask "kisses?" - he immediately comes at you with an open mouth. I absolutely adore it. Oh, and he'll also respond to "love?" with laying his head down on your chest while he lets you cuddle him. I just love this stage of development!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-4255031985708655759?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/4255031985708655759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=4255031985708655759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4255031985708655759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/4255031985708655759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-better.html' title='Much Better.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5848495111361782163</id><published>2009-12-28T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:56:06.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will understand my being away, but I have a very sick little baby. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/Szl8s7qtKCI/AAAAAAAABZg/5duOmAXOSyI/s1600-h/IMG00553-20091228-1412_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420500737890002978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/Szl8s7qtKCI/AAAAAAAABZg/5duOmAXOSyI/s200/IMG00553-20091228-1412_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear infections than a cough so bad last week I was having to do breathing treatments with him. Now it's a high temped fever (103's) and I'm dealing the best I can. He's in good hands and I'm doing all I can to keep him comfortable, but this is where I've been and where I will be for another day or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my baby wants nothing more than to lay on my chest and cuddle away his sicky feelings, I'm doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the girls stayed with grandma and grandpa this week and are having a full christmas WEEK with them. This is what I saw when I left them yesterday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/Szl8tC3IkiI/AAAAAAAABZo/NhN3cF16XYk/s1600-h/IMG00540-20091225-0952_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420500739821179426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/Szl8tC3IkiI/AAAAAAAABZo/NhN3cF16XYk/s200/IMG00540-20091225-0952_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't mind the small break in blogging, but I must care for my little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5848495111361782163?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5848495111361782163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5848495111361782163' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5848495111361782163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5848495111361782163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-will-understand-my-being-away-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW9cavUFpn0/Szl8s7qtKCI/AAAAAAAABZg/5duOmAXOSyI/s72-c/IMG00553-20091228-1412_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-5028786202723614178</id><published>2009-12-25T15:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:21:58.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You put ice cubes in and get a snocone out ..."</title><content type='html'>" ... Yum yum fun is what it's all about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know if those are the exact words, but it's how I sing the "snoopy snocone machine" jingle. I just made 6 snocones. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had a wonderful christmas. Lots of presents. Lots of excitement. Lots of everything. "They" say Christmas isn't about getting, it's about giving - but in our case, it's about both. I loved giving presents to my kids and I'm glad they got a lot of getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it - the people who say "christmas isn't about getting presents" piss me off. For everything you give, someone is getting so whatever. It's about getting. Without giving, there'd be no getting. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the breakdown of all the details. I'll just leave it as it was (and still is) a good day. Hope you all are having just as good of a day. And that you GOT a lot. ~wink~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-5028786202723614178?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/5028786202723614178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=5028786202723614178' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5028786202723614178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/5028786202723614178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-put-ice-cubes-in-and-get-snocone.html' title='&quot;You put ice cubes in and get a snocone out ...&quot;'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-539998983210443334</id><published>2009-12-22T08:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:11:28.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>milestones, milestones, milestones.</title><content type='html'>Karl can walk on anything he can pull himself up on. If the thing moves (like a walker he can push behind) he will walk with it. He won't let go to even stand on his own, but if he can stand up on it, he can walk around or with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison is hitting her stride from being "alone" during the day without Ella. At first she would just sit around bored, but now she's taken up a lot of pretend play or she'll play with her little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the biggie. Ella can READ. She's got about 50 "sight words" (words she knows by sight) in her back pocket and can do a damned good job at sounding out words she doesn't know. This AMAZES me. I mean, I knew she'd learn how to read, but already? She's amazing. (I'm sure all other mommies of kindergartners say the same thing, but still.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-539998983210443334?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/539998983210443334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=539998983210443334' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/539998983210443334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/539998983210443334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/milestones-milestones-milestones.html' title='milestones, milestones, milestones.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-2652657328691341263</id><published>2009-12-15T19:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:37:59.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a week has gone by</title><content type='html'>and my mommy blog is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have much going on. I'm on the verge of a breakdown because I have 3 kids under 5, but then again, 2 minutes later, I'm over the moon with them. It's bizarre how quickly I can go from thanking my lucky stars and say, oh, selling them to gypsies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-2652657328691341263?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/2652657328691341263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=2652657328691341263' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2652657328691341263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/2652657328691341263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-wwk-has-gone-by.html' title='Over a week has gone by'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-9061997365939018123</id><published>2009-12-07T12:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:20:17.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more present and I'm DONE!</title><content type='html'>~gloat~gloat~gloat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done shopping. I have 1 more blanket to make, 1 more present for the girls (which I already know what it is, I just have to go buy it) and 5 stockings to stuff (which is easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that seems like a lot now. Especially since I haven't wrapped anything. Nor put up any decorations yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Instant karma for my gloating. I have a lot to get done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-9061997365939018123?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061997365939018123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=9061997365939018123' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9061997365939018123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/9061997365939018123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-present-and-im-done.html' title='One more present and I&apos;m DONE!'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319085196362169404.post-8534998446112843025</id><published>2009-12-06T18:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:43:52.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family of five = endless loads of laundry.</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand why I have so much laundry to do. It's literally NEVER all done. How can a family of five make so many loads of dirty clothes? I mean, kids clothes are TINY. Shouldn't that mean their loads should be smaller too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fold the upteenth load and there is still more to do. It never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319085196362169404-8534998446112843025?l=theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/feeds/8534998446112843025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1319085196362169404&amp;postID=8534998446112843025' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8534998446112843025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319085196362169404/posts/default/8534998446112843025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherlifeofnancy.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-of-five-endless-loads-of-laundry.html' title='family of five = endless loads of laundry.'/><author><name>nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/nleisher/temp/nancy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
