<?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-8080694</id><updated>2011-12-22T09:21:09.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thank my Jesus for the daisies and the roses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6928410778114794095</id><published>2011-03-22T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:02:34.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post.</title><content type='html'>Wow, a new post. It's only been, what, ten (10) months since my last post? I'm telling you, Facebook has been the demise of my blog. What I was using as a means of sharing funny stories with family has been replaced by the ease and instant gratification (feedback) of Facebook. This year, I gave up Facebook for Lent. I *gasp* have cheated a little, and it's all my sister-in-law's fault. She went and had her baby early, so I logged in to Facebook to check on how the little guy and family are doing. All. Shawna's. Fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's new (major stuff) since my last point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katrina is 5 1/2, almost 6 (13 May); she is in Kindergarten and loves it, for the most part. She loves reading, music, art ... pretty much everything but PE. In fact, we gathered from a story she told us that she was skipping PE class! Katrina had figured out that she could spend a long time in the bathroom and get out of PE. We mentioned it to her teacher, who spoke with the PE instructor, and all is well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikayla is 3 (19 December); we spend our days hanging out around the house, playing dress up and reading, running errands and being part of two Bible studies. Each day is an adventure with this silly girl! We went through a rough time in November where some really strong-willed tendencies appeared, but thankfully are through that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney is almost 7 months (29 August) and is a delightful baby! She sleeps, eats, smiles, and sucks her thumb all day. Her face lights up when she sees her sisters or her daddy. She's starting to develop a personality and it's funny to see what she likes and doesn't like. Sydney does NOT like banana baby food! She wrinkles her nose, turns her face away, and spits out every bite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is about to celebrate his (counting on my fingers ... and toes ...) 13th anniversary with Sycamore in May. The company was sold in the fall and is now a wholly-owned subsidiary of a larger corporation. So far the sale has been fairly seamless, and we continue to be blessed by a wonderful company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been staying home with the girls for about 18 months (since late August 2009). I enjoy my days with the girls at home and volunteer twice a month in Katrina's classroom. A year ago I was granted a District License by the Mid-Atlantic District of the Church of the Nazarene, a major step on the road to ordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess those last two bullet points are not major updates, just continuing status. :) The girls and I will be traveling to Illinois at Easter to visit our families. Pretty much daily Katrina informs us that she misses Grandma/Papa/Grammie/[insert family member here]. We saw almost everyone at Christmas (Shawna and Bobby stayed in Texas), but it will be four months between visits and that's a long time for a 5-year-old! We hope to visit for two weeks in July, after school and VBS and before summer camps and other busyness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7894823681469317275?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7894823681469317275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7894823681469317275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7894823681469317275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7894823681469317275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting-according-to-3-year-old.html' title='Voting, according to a 3-year-old'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-4255389076399470691</id><published>2008-10-23T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:53:05.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Angels Rejoiced Greatly</title><content type='html'>My pocketbook is rejoicing greatly, too. I saw a sign yesterday that said, "Coming soon: Aldi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting an Aldi here in Frederick! Yay! For those of you who don't know, I'm from the Midwest, where it seems like there's an Aldi in every town. Aldi is a super-cheap grocery store. You won't find name brands, or much variety, but it's fairly good stuff. Aldi was great for surviving summers on campus without food service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, the nearest Aldi is in Hagerstown, about 30 minutes away. Not a big deal, but I've never managed to get over to that store. We have a huge Aldi warehouse or corporate building outside of Frederick that tricked me the first time I saw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-4255389076399470691?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/4255389076399470691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=4255389076399470691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4255389076399470691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4255389076399470691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-angels-rejoiced-greatly.html' title='And the Angels Rejoiced Greatly'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5531608118725764323</id><published>2008-09-28T04:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:41:38.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>For quite awhile now, I have thought that Mikayla is much bigger than her sister Katrina was at this age. While the girls were very close in birth weight (Katrina was 6 lbs 10.5 oz and Mikayla was 6 lbs 12 oz), Katrina stayed scrawny for a very long time. Even today, she is very lean and muscular. On her third birthday in May, Ryan accidentally dressed her in her sister's size 3-month pants, and they fit her like shorts! Mikayla put on weight much faster, and earlier, than her big sister did, or so I thought. Imagine my surprise when I discovered this comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/15/2005 - Katrina's 9-month well visit&lt;br /&gt;Age: 9 months, 2 days&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 17 lbs, 2 ounces&lt;br /&gt;Length: 29 1/4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/23/2008 - Mikayla's 9-month well visit&lt;br /&gt;Age: 9 months, 4 days&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 16 lbs, 12 ounces&lt;br /&gt;Length: 29 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a difference of 6 ounces and 1/4", but I thought for sure that Mikayla (or Baby 'Kayla, as we call her) was growing bigger faster than her sister. Looks like we are in for another &lt;a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/html/2/t023600.asp"&gt;banana baby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a good job of keeping the &lt;a href="http://xar.us/gallery2/main.php"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt; up-to-date. I did recently post some new pictures of the girls on Facebook. Let me know if you aren't on Facebook - I think I can share the album with you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we booked a vacation today ... for next week! It's a 6-day Bahamas cruise departing from Norfolk, VA. We leave on October 5th and return on the 12th. I would link to it, but the stupid Carnival Cruise website doesn't work on my computer (Firefox for Linux). Katrina is very excited about going to 'the beach.' Let a crazy week of packing begin! I've never cruised with a 9-month old ... any tips on what to do (or what not to do)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5531608118725764323?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5531608118725764323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5531608118725764323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5531608118725764323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5531608118725764323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1934672810578600743</id><published>2008-09-05T11:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:51:08.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I had this great plan of getting a picture of Katrina wearing her backpack, smiling, etc. Yeah, right. Mommy's plans + strong-willed child = tears. We did get a few good pictures, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFSKhgGf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/f_hvJLjj-eE/s1600-h/IMG_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFSKhgGf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/f_hvJLjj-eE/s320/IMG_6354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242561781981151154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTBlMIqLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oJBQ1DJibYI/s1600-h/IMG_6359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTBlMIqLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oJBQ1DJibYI/s320/IMG_6359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242562727863953586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note the beloved new sneakers. She slept in them the first day we got them. Literally. She refused to take a nap until Daddy helped her put her sneakers on - then she went right to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the outtakes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold me, Mommy, hold me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTeGZP59I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ddUeHAoFcd8/s1600-h/IMG_6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTeGZP59I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ddUeHAoFcd8/s320/IMG_6337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242563217813661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No take my picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTslVKuQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hqsbigywqRs/s1600-h/IMG_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFTslVKuQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hqsbigywqRs/s320/IMG_6339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242563466636212482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFT8A9IyHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L05nDZ7EC-0/s1600-h/IMG_6340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFT8A9IyHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L05nDZ7EC-0/s320/IMG_6340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242563731749652594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see her fat lip. It's almost healed now. Wednesday night we were playing in the living room when Katrina hit her lip on the hardwood floor. Instant fat lip. Those pictures are on our other camera, but I'll post them soon. Of course she gets a split lip right before the first day of school. When Ryan was praying with Katrina Wednesday night, he said something like, "Help Katrina's lip feel better soon." Katrina interrupted him and said, "Mom did it, Dad." She blames me for her hurt lip! (We were roughhousing ... and she tried to dive on top of me and hit the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what she will tell her teacher today. She'll probably say that her mom hurt her lip, and her teacher will call Children and Family Services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1934672810578600743?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1934672810578600743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1934672810578600743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1934672810578600743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1934672810578600743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMFSKhgGf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/f_hvJLjj-eE/s72-c/IMG_6354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7744214960917527779</id><published>2008-09-04T22:31:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:02:28.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the night before preschool ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Katrina starts preschool tomorrow. I think she's all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lunch is packed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfN0rkAlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YZcu7VbgKcg/s1600-h/00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfN0rkAlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YZcu7VbgKcg/s320/00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242365026087731794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her backpack is ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfJwrOmXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dPTDLposyNw/s1600-h/00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfJwrOmXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dPTDLposyNw/s320/00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364956293110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a nametag, so the teacher can learn her name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfGIQHOmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VFq1mn65WDo/s1600-h/00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfGIQHOmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VFq1mn65WDo/s320/00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364893902355042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've read some stories to get ready for the big day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfAKJkGnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qFQkK3KGmjg/s1600-h/00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfAKJkGnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qFQkK3KGmjg/s320/00005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364791332543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCe7Fdd9jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3kFpo-CDTg0/s1600-h/00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCe7Fdd9jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3kFpo-CDTg0/s320/00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364704174503474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCe13WkT-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7pOW_2Uh6JM/s1600-h/00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCe13WkT-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7pOW_2Uh6JM/s320/00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364614488117218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Her class will read The Kissing Hand by Audrey Penn, so our homework was to trace a parent's hand and send it to school on the first day. I, of course, went overboard and traced everybody's hands - Daddy's, mine, and Mikayla's. I couldn't get the cats to sit still long enough to trace their paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Katrina is fast asleep, resting for the big day ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCewE39gJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u-b2ezZxCnc/s1600-h/00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCewE39gJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u-b2ezZxCnc/s320/00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364515038625938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ready for my little girl to go off to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edit: Blogger is driving me crazy. I can't fix the layout of the text and photos. It looks fine in the preview, then is all messed up when published. Grr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7744214960917527779?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7744214960917527779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7744214960917527779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7744214960917527779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7744214960917527779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/09/twas-night-before-preschool.html' title='&apos;Twas the night before preschool ...'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SMCfN0rkAlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YZcu7VbgKcg/s72-c/00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8838514459955280619</id><published>2008-09-02T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:55:44.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Warp Speed</title><content type='html'>Suddenly life has gotten very busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Work is picking up again ... it's the end of the Government fiscal year on September 30, so everybody's trying to allocate money ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Work is busy for Ryan, too. He just got home around 9:00 tonight. Thankfully he's able to work from home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; We rejoined the YMCA with some friends, yet ironically, haven't had time to go together. I'm trying to go three times a week. Exercising has become my "me" time. I can read, listen to music, or watch t.v. ... without interruption. I can shower without interruption, too! Gym childcare is a blessed invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I have some major forms/paperwork to fill out for Ministry Assessment in January. Ministry Assessment is a requirement of the Mid-Atlantic District before being granted a district license. It's meant to be a time of, well, assessment. The paperwork includes registration forms, records of service, some pretty intense questionnaires ... yikes! Those are all due by October 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Katrina starts preschool on Friday and dance class on Monday. She'll go to preschool one day a week (Fridays) at a church near our house from 9:30 - 1:30. She is growing so fast! I keep forgetting that she is only three. We went shopping this weekend for 'school clothes' and she was so funny. Her response to just about everything I held up for her to look at: "It fit, Mama! I like it!" I couldn't get her to choose any new pajamas, though! She turned down every option. Pictures of Katrina in her dance clothes will follow soon ... she's too cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Mikayla is nearly 8.5 months old (today? tomorrow? sometime soon) and a sweetie. She has two teeth on the bottom and more are coming. She HATES baby food with a passion and only wants her bottle and whatever 'table food' we happen to be eating. Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.gerber.com/Products/Fruit_Puffs.aspx?PLineId=9a8d2981-4e8c-48f7-ad4d-c5c5a3b1902b&amp;PCatId=9772c526-b81c-45a2-80c7-dd7893122bea&amp;PMilestoneId=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000"&gt;Gerber Puffs&lt;/a&gt;. She's a little crack addict with those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Women's Bible study starts on Monday. We'll be studying &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-Like-Jesus-Max-Lucado/dp/0849917859/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1220406707&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Just Like Jesus&lt;/a&gt; by Max Lucado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm thinking of taking the girls on another trip to Illinois in early October, if it works out at work. Or maybe we'll go on a 'real' vacation, if we can find the right cruise. We love cruises. Haven't taken one with the girls yet, though. Could be interesting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I've decided I want another baby. Not necessarily any time soon. But I want a chubby baby. I'm serious! Both of our girls are/were skinny babies (especially Katrina). I want a baby with chubby cheeks and cute baby tummy rolls. More baby to love, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a random list? This started out being about how busy this month is and ended on the topic of babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8838514459955280619?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8838514459955280619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8838514459955280619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8838514459955280619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8838514459955280619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-at-warp-speed.html' title='Life at Warp Speed'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6394476870790542601</id><published>2008-08-10T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:05:51.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of ADD</title><content type='html'>How's this for signs of ADD? I tried taking a nap this afternoon, but two little girls had other plans and naptime never happened (for anybody). The next few hours looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started a load of laundry. I noticed the laundry room was a mess and decided to straighten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went upstairs to tell Ryan my plan. He was emptying the dishwasher. (Thanks, Honey!) I noticed the cabinet where we keep Katrina's plates and cups was a mess and decided to straighten that first. It was really REALLY unorganized and really bothered me. Ryan decided to work downstairs. (He probably saw the crazed look in my eyes and decided to run far, far away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then I thought I should finish emptying the dishwasher so I could reload it and run it. You know, multitask. Wash dishes while straightening a cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. While putting away the silverware, I noticed the silverware drawer needed to be cleaned. I proceed to take out all of the silverware, vacuum the drawer then clean it with spray cleaner, and then replace the silverware. I also sorted out mismatched utensils to go in the Goodwill box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then I loaded the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 30 seconds after I started the dishwasher, Katrina handed me her empty juice cup. *sigh* I decided to hand-wash it, as well as some not-so-clean baby bottle nipples. (They don't get clean in the dishwasher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I found that we are almost out of dish soap, so I started a list for Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Putting away the now-clean nipples made me realize the baby bottle stuff sorely needed straightening, too, so I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Then I straightened the cabinet with Katrina's dishes. Katrina tried to 'help.' It was all I could do to not scream, "I've got it!!" (I'm very OCD about some things, in case you haven't realized that yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally, I spent 20 minutes straightening the laundry room. And went to Wal-Mart and got more dish soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should have been a 20-minute task took approximately two hours. I don't know if it's ADD or what, but this is seriously what my life is like. All. the. time. I start one task and end up on some weird tangent with multiple half-finished tasks behind me. My dear friend Laura says it's a sign of being too messy. I agree. But where do I start to make it better? I know not to start in the laundry room! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8362563317206330425?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8362563317206330425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8362563317206330425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8362563317206330425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8362563317206330425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-had-camera-with-me.html' title='If I had a camera with me ...'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6673784508093185272</id><published>2008-08-06T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:52:10.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Most Interesting Olivetian</title><content type='html'>For all you Olivetians out there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olivet.edu/admissions/adm_news_story.asp?iNewsID=1225&amp;strBack=%2FDefault.asp"&gt;The World's Most Interesting Olivetian contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The World's Most Interesting Olivetian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: Wednesday, July 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Promotional Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivet Nazarene University is in search of “The World's Most Interesting Olivetian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining the term “interesting” is up to you, and might include persons who have a unique career, hobby, traveling experience -- or all of the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalists will receive commemorative t-shirts, interviews on Shine.fm, and ONU apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner, as determined by popular vote, will receive two free tickets to all Homecoming 2008 events, a starring role in an upcoming feature film (aka a 2-minute promotional video on YouTube) and the title of “The World's Most Interesting Olivetian 2008,” to be announced during halftime of the Homecoming football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To nominate yourself or someone you know, &lt;a href="https://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=nZ4FVSlB4LpE_2bKRKvfgrEw_3d_3d"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7790844400468052569?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7790844400468052569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7790844400468052569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7790844400468052569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7790844400468052569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/08/amerithrax.html' title='Amerithrax'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-3965342897227978048</id><published>2008-08-03T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:38:54.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday evening</title><content type='html'>Quote from Katrina to Ryan, after being hit (gently) in the shoulder by a Frisbee: "Why you do that, Dad? You hurt my elbow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later, when she grazed her arm on the swing as Ryan pushed Mikayla, she ran off in near tears. When Ryan apologized, she said, "No you do it! Mama do it!" Ummm, no, it was Daddy. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, both girls were in their respective beds (er, toddler bed and crib) when I heard Mikayla chortling. She has figured out how to look at Katrina from her crib! She managed to roll over, turn 180 degrees (her head was at the opposite end of the crib) AND push down the crib bumper enough that she can peek out at her big sister. She's a resourceful seven-month old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note, does it gross anyone else out that infant formula contains vegetable oil? I noticed it on the ingredients list on a can of Enfamil. Yuck. I understand that's the fat source for formula, but seriously, that's gross. It's like giving a baby American "cheese," since that's just milk and oil, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-3965342897227978048?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/3965342897227978048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=3965342897227978048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3965342897227978048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3965342897227978048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-evening.html' title='Sunday evening'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5261591019473750570</id><published>2008-08-01T20:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:37:50.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frederick on CNN.com again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/01/anthrax.death/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/01/anthrax.death/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/01/anthrax.suspect/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/01/anthrax.suspect/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5261591019473750570?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5261591019473750570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5261591019473750570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5261591019473750570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5261591019473750570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/08/frederick-on-cnncom-again.html' title='Frederick on CNN.com again'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1108016996975793569</id><published>2008-07-22T15:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:44:06.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My To Do List</title><content type='html'>July is almost over, and I haven't posted. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to do list for this week, in case you are interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Convince Ryan to attend picnic that's part of the missions council meeting this Sunday&lt;/strike&gt; [I didn't convince him. I just said, "We're going."]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;RSVP for the missions council meeting this Sunday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Convince Ryan we need to enroll Katrina in preschool for the fall&lt;/strike&gt; [I think I accomplished this one.]&lt;br /&gt;- Enroll Katrina in preschool&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;E-mail church secretary with who is teaching this Sunday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Reply to gazillion e-mails that arrived while I was on vacation&lt;/strike&gt; [If I missed you, I'm sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Create August teaching schedule&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Create agenda for Children's Ministry meeting Monday night&lt;/strike&gt; [The meeting was great!]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Convince Ryan to attend the Frederick Keys game on Friday with the church - it's a fireworks night&lt;/strike&gt; [It was too late to RSVP, and he has to work late tonight, anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;RSVP about Keys' game (if there is still time)&lt;/strike&gt; [See above.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Work expense report (way overdue)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;FSA expense report (way overdue)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Church expense report (the most overdue)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;unpack van from vacation&lt;/strike&gt; [accomplished this evening, including vacuuming with my handy-dandy new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Decker-Pivoting-Nose-Cordless-Handheld/dp/B000FFM012/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=home-garden&amp;qid=1216771775&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;vacuum&lt;/a&gt; purchased for $32 on clearance at Wal-Mart]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;lesson plan for Sunday&lt;/strike&gt; [Although now it's time to work on the lesson plan for this Sunday]&lt;br /&gt;- post remaining pictures from Illinois to the gallery&lt;br /&gt;- Set up consultation with endodontist&lt;br /&gt;- Call insurance to see how much my next dentist appointment will cost.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Cry.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish cleaning the computer room. (Ryan cleaned it while I was gone and it looks awesome! I need to go through the boxes of stuff that remain.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Volunteer for Community Fun Day at our church.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Purchase supplies to donate for school bags for Community Fun Day at our church. Staples has some super-good sales for school supplies right now.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hire a housekeeper, because &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Housekeeper-Cheaper-Than-Divorce-Afford/dp/0967963605/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1216756425&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;a housekeeper is cheaper than a divorce&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added this evening:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Clean up the kitchen from all the junk I unloaded from the van. Must be done by morning, before Clemence arrives.&lt;/strike&gt; [11:00 p.m. edit: Mostly done. I can finish the last few things in the morning. I would have been done sooner, but I've spent most of the evening reading &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com"&gt;http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and weeping.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1108016996975793569?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1108016996975793569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1108016996975793569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1108016996975793569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1108016996975793569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To Do List'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6605997181157818112</id><published>2008-06-22T22:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:02:33.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ponies Say</title><content type='html'>The follow are snippets of a 'conversation' I overhead tonight. Katrina's beloved &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/mylittlepony/default.cfm?page=Products/Detail&amp;amp;product_id=19077"&gt;Purple Pony&lt;/a&gt;* was found tonight, and of course it had to go to bed with her tonight. As I sat on Katrina's bed for a few minutes, I listened to what Katrina pretended the ponies were saying, and gained some insight into what our three-year-old thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Pony - the Mommy Pony&lt;br /&gt;an ugly, stuffed, teal zebra** - the Daddy Pony&lt;br /&gt;a miniature pony from Katrina's Easter basket - the Baby Pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grassy field (also known as Katrina's bed, on top of her green blanket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Pony: "I hungry! I juicy [thirsty]!"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Pony: "Here you cup! No spill! You drink milk, Baby Pony. It yummy."&lt;br /&gt;Baby Pony, to Daddy Pony: "I go sou-side [outside], okay?" (Katrina has been adding 'okay?' to the end of most of her sentences lately)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Pony: "Okay, we go sou-side."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Pony: "Wait minute! No you have shoes on! Where you shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;(mumble, mumble)&lt;br /&gt;Baby Pony, to Mommy Pony: "I love you, Mommy Pony!"&lt;br /&gt;Baby Pony, to Daddy Pony: "I love you, Daddy Pony!"&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, to me: "Where 'Kayla Pony?? Her MISSING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Purple Pony was "hiding" in a basket with Katrina's nativity set. I spent hours one day looking for the pony in every basket, play area, and hiding place I could think of, but I didn't check the nativity set. Why would a pony be there? Katrina's friend Reagan told me that Purple Pony was "with all the Jesus toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I say the zebra is ugly not because I think Daddy is ugly or because Katrina thinks that, but because I hate (h-a-t-e) the color teal. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law sent Katrina the zebra just to spite me! They also gave Mikayla a onesie that says, "Does this make my b*tt look big?" because I hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5268381892341865978?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5268381892341865978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5268381892341865978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5268381892341865978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5268381892341865978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/06/product-of-society.html' title='Product of Society'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6940528472520941777</id><published>2008-06-18T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:32:18.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>Martha Stewart, I am not. For anyone who really knows me, you know that I am a messy, messy person. In high school, friends would come over and help me clean my room. (Thanks, Gipp girls!) My dad had a rule that I couldn't get my drivers license until I could keep my room clean ... well, it took me more than a year. It got worse in college. One night during open dorms, some guy friends found Sidra and me in another friend's room and said, "Come quick! Your room has been trashed!!" We explained that no one had attacked us ... that's how our room usually looked. I probably should have failed myself at room check (as an RA) more often, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a messy person. I just cleaned my computer desk two weekends ago. Right now it's piled with a Target bag (containing unmailed Fathers' Day and wedding cards), dirty dishes, baby wipe refills, and lightbulbs to replace ones that burned out approximately three months ago. The only reason our house is ever semi-presentable is because of our amazing nanny. Have I mentioned how much I love Clemence? Having her in our house every day holds us accountable to keep the house picked up AND she does light housework, too - vacuums the living room, loads and unloads the dishwasher, does the girls' laundry. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've digressed. All of this background about me being messy supports a recent Katrina-ism. Saturday I pulled out the ironing board to press new curtains for the living room (we've been curtain-less for nearly 2 months, since some friends helped us paint). As I set up the ironing board and plugged in the iron, Katrina asked, "What's THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably ironed fewer than ten times in the last three years - her entire existence. Actually, I rarely saw my mom iron, either. She would press my dad's shirts every once in awhile, before going out to eat. But that was only in the spring and summer, if I remember correctly; he almost always wore a sweater over his dress shirts in the fall and winter. And since he wore t-shirts and jeans to work, there wasn't much else to iron. Ma would throw her wrinkly clothes in the dryer to dewrinkle (still does today - so do I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make &lt;a href="http://kumla.us"&gt;kumla&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday, though! I think it was my best batch yet. I only peeled 10 lbs of potatoes this time, instead of the usual 20 - 25 lbs. It made a smaller batch, of coure, but it also went faster. Even better, the kumla pans (12- and 16-quart stock pots) fit in our new dishwasher and they came out SPOTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to burn my left index finger and thumb tonight. I grabbed a hot pan thoughtlessly. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla turns six months old tomorrow and has a well-visit in the morning. I'll post her stats soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-743338837976228430?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/743338837976228430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=743338837976228430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/743338837976228430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/743338837976228430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiet-evening.html' title='A quiet evening'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SFL7osUR69I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pC5e9Owlxzc/s72-c/01905RF00044000019051.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1709161578561684084</id><published>2008-05-13T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:30:30.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To our little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dearest one, these last three years have passed so quickly. It seems it was just the other day that you were a baby in our arms ... now you are no longer a baby or a toddler, but a little girl who's full of energy, excitement and love. I don't think we can say it enough ... we love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkIist9QJI/AAAAAAAAACc/H3yt5MKkP-k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkIist9QJI/AAAAAAAAACc/H3yt5MKkP-k/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199696636988440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just moments after birth - you were so tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkIzct9QKI/AAAAAAAAACk/94XtzRKgyQs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkIzct9QKI/AAAAAAAAACk/94XtzRKgyQs/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199696924751249570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even then, you had your Daddy's heart in your hand. I love to watch the two of you play together, and to see the excitement on your face when Daddy gets home from work each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkJfst9QMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TF2cBHQ4MsI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkJfst9QMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TF2cBHQ4MsI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199697684960460994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have been a funny girl from the very beginning. People comment on your big blue eyes and white-blonde hair, but I will always remember your funny faces, even as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkJ68t9QNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yQoZcVq390c/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkJ68t9QNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yQoZcVq390c/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698153111896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You share a love of football with your Daddy. "Touchdown" was one of your first words! (Well, at least the arms-in-the-air motion.) When you saw jelly beans for the first time at Grandma and Uncle Bud's house, you called them 'football candies.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkKdMt9QOI/AAAAAAAAADE/hQnhWkG-RIg/s1600-h/6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkKdMt9QOI/AAAAAAAAADE/hQnhWkG-RIg/s320/6b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698741522415842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly you were two, full of questions ("What dat? What dat?" and "Where my Daddy go?"). It was around your second birthday that you developed a love for JoJo's Circus, Rocket (The Little Einsteins), playing "souside" ... and waking up at five a.m.  You also had your first crush ... Michael, the intern who lived with us the summer you turned two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkT1Mt9QUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/epY4fbFUo6A/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkT1Mt9QUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/epY4fbFUo6A/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199709049443926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The summer passed quickly and soon it was fall. We traveled to Illinois to see family one last time before a big change in our family, and you were such a big girl! You and Daddy stayed in Illinois while Mommy traveled away. I missed you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkMkst9QSI/AAAAAAAAADk/eq-RgxmW728/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkMkst9QSI/AAAAAAAAADk/eq-RgxmW728/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199701069394690338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You became a big sister just before Christmas, when you were 2 1/2. You are such a good big sister! Mikayla (or Baby 'Kayla, as you call her) is blessed to have you as her sibling. You love her and are gentle and kind and make sure Mommy helps her as soon as she starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Katrina, we delight in you more each day. I thank God for the wonderful little girl He has entrusted to us for the time we have together. I pray that we are the best parents we can be, and that you know you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd birthday, Peanut Butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkUCst9QVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HUF0VZ1YTZ8/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/SCkUCst9QVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HUF0VZ1YTZ8/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199709281372160338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1352229277489573053?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1352229277489573053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1352229277489573053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1352229277489573053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1352229277489573053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversation-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-683460860139949431</id><published>2008-05-06T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:39:49.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Not much time left to enter ... tomorrow's the deadline, but give it a shot and enter 5 Minutes for Mom's Toy Giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/3198/2weekstoys/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/2weeksoftoysbtn.jpg" title="Two Weeks of Toys - Giveaway Event" alt="Two Weeks of Toys - Giveaway Event" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7198180336379709129?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7198180336379709129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7198180336379709129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7198180336379709129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7198180336379709129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-parrot.html' title='A little parrot'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6719482560780865194</id><published>2008-05-01T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:13:10.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody know ...</title><content type='html'>... where I can get just the insides of green beans? I guess that would be the bean part. The insides of green beans happens to be Katrina's food of choice and she goes nuts for them whenever we have green beans (like tonight). I spent most of dinner opening green beans and giving her the insides to eat. Yes, yes, I know, we should make her eat them whole. But do tell, how do you MAKE a strong-willed-almost-three-year-old eat green beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also appreciate any potty training tips. We were doing great, then we went to Illinois. Katrina had one really bad day with several accidents while we were there. And for some reason, she's had four (4!!) accidents since I've been home from work ... approximately one accident every 37.5 minutes. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off cute, though. Katrina saw this CD down in the basement and said, "O'topus grumpy, Mommy! O'topus WAY grumpy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/418C15TTP0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/418C15TTP0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" 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/8080694-6719482560780865194?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6719482560780865194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6719482560780865194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6719482560780865194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6719482560780865194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/05/anybody-know.html' title='Anybody know ...'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6512797553795159237</id><published>2008-03-27T19:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:28:55.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mommy is Away ...</title><content type='html'>I was down in Greenbelt the last two days managing changes to the technical volume of a proposal due Monday. Clemence watched the girls Tuesday and Ryan was home with them yesterday. Apparently Daddy was a little too busy playing with his new toys (he's building a &lt;a href="http://www.mythtv.org/"&gt;MythTV&lt;/a&gt; and borrowed a friend's &lt;a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/PSP/About"&gt;PSP&lt;/a&gt;) to notice what Katrina was doing. Amazingly, I didn't find out until I got to work today and a coworker told me! I got home very late (3:00 a.m.), so Katrina was in bed of course, but even this morning I didn't notice anything awry. Ryan did a good job cleaning up and getting rid of the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wrjnE3TWI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3CHQBCZiqo/s1600-h/IMG_5447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wrjnE3TWI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3CHQBCZiqo/s320/IMG_5447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182565161981398370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wrpXE3TXI/AAAAAAAAACM/LsWJrmEU1wY/s1600-h/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wrpXE3TXI/AAAAAAAAACM/LsWJrmEU1wY/s320/IMG_5449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182565260765646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wr6nE3TYI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZFD8xYKSwa8/s1600-h/IMG_5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wr6nE3TYI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZFD8xYKSwa8/s320/IMG_5453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182565557118389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xar.us/gallery2/v/2008/daddybabysitting/"&gt;More pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-6512797553795159237?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6512797553795159237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6512797553795159237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6512797553795159237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6512797553795159237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-mommy-is-away.html' title='When Mommy is Away ...'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R-wrjnE3TWI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3CHQBCZiqo/s72-c/IMG_5447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-2952569040167024245</id><published>2008-03-24T19:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:24:27.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation to Remember</title><content type='html'>Katrina and I had a conversation tonight that I want to remember forever. We were in the van on the way home from taking dinner to a friend when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina: Mama, Mama, what you sinking? [She was asking, "What are you thinking?" Sometimes when she is being quiet/thoughtful I ask her what she is thinking about.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What am I thinking? I'm thinking I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina: Yeah. I love you, too, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I love that kid more and more every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I asked Katrina if she loved Jesus. She said yes, so I asked her where He is. She said, "He in my class at church!" (Sunday School) I told her that Jesus loves her and wants to live in her heart, and she said, "No! He stay my class at church!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on the way to church (Palm Sunday), she was counting pretzels she had for a snack and counted, "Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ... eight ... Simon!" I suspect she has a crush on Simon Reynolds, although I don't know how that would work since she also thinks Cayden (Simon's son) is her brother .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last Katrina story - Saturday we tried to teach her to say, "He is risen!" for Easter Sunday. Instead she protested, "He no medicine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-2952569040167024245?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/2952569040167024245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=2952569040167024245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2952569040167024245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2952569040167024245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/03/conversation-to-remember.html' title='A Conversation to Remember'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7505339826931572410</id><published>2008-03-04T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:13:13.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1402747829/ref=s9_asin_image_1_sims_c5?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-5&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0CKXVAYQ4EY69KYCMKCM&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=320449001&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R84PqxAjaeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2giXpKye16E/s320/51HuCUPH-KL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174090249279859170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/lherbert.SAI/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7505339826931572410?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7505339826931572410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7505339826931572410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7505339826931572410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7505339826931572410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-it.html' title='I Want It!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R84PqxAjaeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2giXpKye16E/s72-c/51HuCUPH-KL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-643129116377182357</id><published>2008-02-28T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:39:28.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe, but our peanut is 2 months old! Stats from her well-visit this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 10 lbs 1.6 oz ~ 25th percentile&lt;br /&gt;Length: 23" ~ 75th percentile&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference: 39.25 cm ~ 50th percentile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-643129116377182357?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/643129116377182357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=643129116377182357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/643129116377182357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/643129116377182357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-2264550085664195047</id><published>2008-02-06T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:03:45.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quwock-wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was on the phone with another children's pastor friend tonight when I heard, "Quwock-wet! Quwock-wet, Mama! Your quwock-wet!! Mmmm--ugh. No l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ikey your quwock-wet, Mama. Yucky. Yucky quwock-wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina had discovered my stash of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6o8lof_FCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VpT7VpuLP5Q/s1600-h/espresso-bar.main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6o8lof_FCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VpT7VpuLP5Q/s320/espresso-bar.main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164006539958096930" 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/8080694-2264550085664195047?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/2264550085664195047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=2264550085664195047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2264550085664195047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2264550085664195047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/02/quwock-wet.html' title='Quwock-wet'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6o8lof_FCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VpT7VpuLP5Q/s72-c/espresso-bar.main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8916283418518782904</id><published>2008-01-31T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:13:11.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6IBl4f_FBI/AAAAAAAAABs/zTMafdYjmfw/s1600-h/Mikayla+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6IBl4f_FBI/AAAAAAAAABs/zTMafdYjmfw/s320/Mikayla+sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161689873253340178" 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/8080694-8916283418518782904?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8916283418518782904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8916283418518782904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8916283418518782904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8916283418518782904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-picture.html' title='Just a picture'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R6IBl4f_FBI/AAAAAAAAABs/zTMafdYjmfw/s72-c/Mikayla+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-4872062963942412626</id><published>2008-01-29T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:21:29.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six weeks</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but Mikayla will be six weeks old tomorrow! She is growing so fast. Stats from her checkup today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length: 21 3/4"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 9 lbs, 4 oz.&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference: 38 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Pg4f_E_I/AAAAAAAAABc/BJXNCJy7ZSA/s1600-h/Mikayla+safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Pg4f_E_I/AAAAAAAAABc/BJXNCJy7ZSA/s320/Mikayla+safe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161071861819184114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This picture is from Saturday morning. We were cleaning the living room when Katrina came to us and said, "Baby 'Kayla safe!" We took a look at Mikayla on the couch, and Katrina had very carefully placed two boxes around the baby to keep her 'safe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Ps4f_FAI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv55rfU9g8I/s1600-h/Mikayla+six+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Ps4f_FAI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv55rfU9g8I/s320/Mikayla+six+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072067977614338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This picture is from tonight, her six-week-birthday-eve. I'd like to say that she was gazing deep into my eyes with love for her mama, but really, she was staring at the black bolt cover on the inside of her swing. She loves to look at that, as well as the warning label on the side of her Pack-n-Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="moz-text-flowed"   style="font-family: courier new;font-family:-moz-fixed;font-size:12px;" lang="x-western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Ps4f_FAI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv55rfU9g8I/s1600-h/Mikayla+six+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-4872062963942412626?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/4872062963942412626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=4872062963942412626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4872062963942412626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4872062963942412626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/01/six-weeks.html' title='Six weeks'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R5_Pg4f_E_I/AAAAAAAAABc/BJXNCJy7ZSA/s72-c/Mikayla+safe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7402547906204559972</id><published>2008-01-26T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:14:08.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following in Uncle Bobby's Footsteps</title><content type='html'>Katrina was playing with the belt to my robe while I changed Mikayla's diaper this morning. She put it over her shoulders and said she was a doctor (or "gock-er," as she says it) - pretending the belt was a stethoscope. I asked her if she wants to be a doctor when she grows up, and she said yes. Then I asked her if she wants to be a  people doctor or an animal doctor. She said, "Ummm. Puppy gock-er!" and proceeded to 'listen' to the 'heart' of the blue ball pit puppy she got for Christmas. She went around her room and listened to several of her stuffed animals, saying, "Gock-er, gock-er, gock-er. Gock-er you all better!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Some friends warned us that going from one child to two would be harder than going from no children to one, and they were right. I'm mostly loving this time. There have been a few days where I wanted to change my name and run away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla is five weeks and two days old. Her one-month checkup is this Tuesday. (Yes, I know she is already past one month, but that was the first available appointment with the pediatrician we prefer.) She is growing like a weed! The poor child is definitely a second child ... three weeks passed without any pictures taken of her. In contrast, it seems we took daily pictures of Katrina her first few months. Of course, I'm the third child in my family; I think there are three or four pictures of my childhood, total. Her days consist of eating, pooping and sleeping. She's smiling some, and making a few cooing sounds. I am excited to find out her stats (weight, length) at her checkup next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is a riot, of course. She is talking more and more these days. We took a trip to Illinois this past weekend (more on that later) and she said some of the most hilarious things. A sample conversation between Katrina and Auntie Leea (my sister) ...&lt;br /&gt;Leea: Katrina, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina: No you love me! My mama love me. No you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun Katrina-ism: we were eating at Chick-Fil-A and Katrina was playing in the play area with Cayden and Reagan Reynolds (Simon and Laura's kids) when she exclaimed several times, "I can't find my brother!" Then, when Cayden came down the slide, she said, "There's my brother!" I was highly amused. Not only does Katrina not have a brother (duh), that was the first time I know of that she has even used the word "brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, to be two years old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took a turn for the worse health-wise last week. She ended up in ICU for several days, then transitioned to a regular hospital room before coming home on Monday. Her primary care physician was out of town, of course, so the doctor who cared for her at the hospital wasn't completely familiar with her medical history. The doctors think Ma has &lt;a href="http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/Copd/Copd_WhatIs.html"&gt;chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD)&lt;/a&gt; and possibly&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span fo="http://www.w3.org/1999/XSL/Format" class="content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=4585"&gt;congestive heart failure (CHF)&lt;/a&gt;. Talking to my sister last week was heart-breaking. Leea is doing an amazing job caring for Mom, but it is definitely taking a toll on her. She was stretched to the point of breaking when Ma went into the hospital at the end of last week. I took the girls and went out there Saturday and returned home Wednesday. Mom sounds much better today; while the level of oxygen in her blood is still low, she is losing weight, meaning the edema is going away, and her energy level is getting better. (I'm really proud of my sister for all that she is doing. We love our mom, but she's not the easiest person to deal with, especially when she's sick. I'm proud of and thankful for the care Leea provides Mom, as well as the hurdles she's overcoming personally in dealing with mother dearest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see my sister Lalena, too. We rarely talk, except an occasional e-mail now and then, so spending time with her was good. Emily (who just turned 10 on Wednesday!) had a basketball game Tuesday night. She's a very good basketball player! We went to Subway after the game then to Lane's house. I love my big sister, and my heart aches for her. She is searching for love in all the wrong places, it seems. (Actually, both of my sisters are searching in the wrong places.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more week of maternity leave. It has passed so quickly!! I'm ready to go back. I was ready to go back several weeks ago. Thanks to insight from a good friend, I realize I don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything unless I'm super-busy. Having two little girls is super-busy, for sure, but I miss working. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Mikayla is fussing for her eleven-o'clock-feeding. Time for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8137058499676954207?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8137058499676954207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8137058499676954207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8137058499676954207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8137058499676954207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2008/01/insanity-or-how-my-life-has-changed.html' title='Insanity, or, How My Life Has Changed With Two Children'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1834906468789867522</id><published>2007-12-20T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:32:23.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay ...</title><content type='html'>So I got a little bit of ribbing for my last post. I had previously said my next blog entry would be announcing the baby, then instead I posted about Dan Fogelberg. Well, here's the news you've all been waiting for ... she's here! Mikayla Petra was born yesterday (Wednesday December 19) at 2:02 a.m. She was 6 lbs 12 oz and 21" at birth. Here is a picture of her and Katrina together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R2rPY7s2aYI/AAAAAAAAABE/SwCpYPvNgK8/s1600-h/IMG_4996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R2rPY7s2aYI/AAAAAAAAABE/SwCpYPvNgK8/s320/IMG_4996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146153551473830274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home and happy. Ryan is making chocolate chip cookies, Katrina is watching a Dora movie, and I am typing one-handed while feeding Mikayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics for my next post: the birth story, and how Ryan smashed our van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1834906468789867522?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1834906468789867522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1834906468789867522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1834906468789867522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1834906468789867522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay ...'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/R2rPY7s2aYI/AAAAAAAAABE/SwCpYPvNgK8/s72-c/IMG_4996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7369434798255356326</id><published>2007-12-16T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:21:15.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singer Dan Fogelberg dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Music/12/16/obit.fogelberg.ap/index.html"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;NEW YORK (AP)&lt;/b&gt; -- Dan Fogelberg, the singer and songwriter whose hits "Leader of the Band" and "Same Old Lang Syne" helped define the soft-rock era, died Sunday at his home in Maine after battling prostate cancer. He was 56.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; His death was announced Sunday on the singer's Web site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Dan left us this morning at 6 a.m. He fought a brave battle with cancer and died peacefully at home in Maine with his wife, Jean, at his side," it read. "His strength, dignity and grace in the face of the daunting challenges of this disease were an inspiration to all who knew him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fogelberg discovered he had advanced prostate cancer in 2004. In a statement then, he thanked fans for their support: "It is truly overwhelming and humbling to realize how many lives my music has touched so deeply all these years. ... I thank you from the very depths of my heart."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fogelberg's music was powerful in its simplicity. He didn't rely on the volume of his voice to convey his emotions; instead, they came through in the soft, tender delivery and his poignant lyrics. Songs like "Same Old Lang Syne" -- in which a man reminisces after meeting an old girlfriend by chance during the holidays -- became classics not only because of his performance, but also for the engaging storyline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fogelberg's heyday was in the 1970s and early '80s, when he scored several platinum and multiplatinum records fueled by such hits as "The Power of Gold" and "Leader of the Band," a touching tribute he wrote to his father, a bandleader. Fogelberg put out his first album in 1972.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fogelberg's songs tended to have a weighty tone, reflecting on emotional issues in a serious way. But in an interview with the Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Journal Sentinel in 1997, he said it did not represent his personality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "That came from my singles in the early '80s," he reflects. "I think it probably really started on the radio. I'm not a dour person in the least. I'm actually kind of a happy person. Music doesn't really reflect the whole person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "One of my dearest friends is Jimmy Buffett. From his music, people have this perception that he's up all the time, and, of course, he's not. Jimmy has a serious side, too."&lt;/p&gt; Later in his career, he would write material that focused on the state of the environment, an issue close to his heart. Fogelberg's last album was 2003's "Full Circle," his first album of original material in a decade. A year later he would receive his cancer diagnosis, forcing him to forgo a planned fall tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7369434798255356326?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7369434798255356326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7369434798255356326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7369434798255356326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7369434798255356326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/12/singer-dan-fogelberg-dies.html' title='Singer Dan Fogelberg dies'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6096672293712963179</id><published>2007-12-13T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:27:40.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Date Night</title><content type='html'>We decided to eat out at Red Lobster tonight - one final 'family date night' before This Baby (still unnamed!) arrives. We eat out more often than we should, but the last few times have been brutal because Katrina has acted up. Trying new things has helped ... instead of ordering her food first, we have learned that giving her a snack then getting her food with ours works better, etc. Tonight was GREAT! The food was good, Ryan and I had a chance to talk (about HD TiVos, of all things), and Katrina was so well behaved! She sat in a booster seat and ate applesauce and few bites of Mommy's salad all by herself. She didn't even throw too much of a fuss when I took her lemonade away (I was afraid she would drink too much and not eat). The best part, though, came at the end. Katrina was sitting by Ryan and I said to her, "Katrina, you were such a good girl tonight! You behaved very well at this restaurant." Her response? "I hug you!" We got a kick out of that. Apparently her love language is a combination of words of affirmation and physical touch. :) What a great night ... a great set of memories to look back upon when our family was 'just' three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Baby is due on Saturday ... today is Thursday (evening) ... no signs of labor yet. Probably good, since we still have to decide on a name! If all goes as planned/hoped for, this will probably be the last entry until she arrives. So, I hope to post soon with a big announcement..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-4210703264881125561?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/4210703264881125561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=4210703264881125561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4210703264881125561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4210703264881125561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/11/cnn-again.html' title='CNN Again'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1358161168203664090</id><published>2007-11-18T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:02:42.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>Frederick made CNN.com again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/18/taser.death/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/18/taser.death/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the story in the FNP (local paper) this morning, where the family named the young man. So sad. And interesting that this follows closely behind a recent Taser incident at one of the county high schools, where an officer Tasered a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1358161168203664090?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1358161168203664090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1358161168203664090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1358161168203664090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1358161168203664090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/11/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6760203413189052946</id><published>2007-11-12T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:00:35.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Gotta love being pregnant. I spent hours yesterday (and early this morning) scrubbing the bathtub and rearranging/reorganzing the storage shelves in the hall bathroom. Of course, our living room, kitchen and dining room are all disasters. We dumped suitcases from our trip to IL in the living room. The kitchen island is piled high with two weeks of mail. The dining room table mostly covered with papers, Roomba parts, and sundry items. But did I clean those areas? Nope. I straighted three shelves ... in the same amount of time it would take me to have cleaned the living room/kitchen/dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on! We're due four weeks from Saturday, or approximately 33 days. You hear that, little baby? Your lease is almost up ... consider this your eviction notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-6760203413189052946?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6760203413189052946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6760203413189052946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6760203413189052946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6760203413189052946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/11/joys-of-pregnancy.html' title='The Joys of Pregnancy'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-3738448637725160422</id><published>2007-11-09T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:27:43.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official. My child hates me. Or so she says. Today, just four days prior to turning two-and-one-half, Katrina said, "I hate you!" We were in the car on the way home from the babysitter's house and I said, "Brrr! It's cold!" Katrina replied, "No cold! I hate you! I hate you!" (I'm sure everyone would agree she gets her irrational-ness from me.) I asked her what she said, and she repeated, "I hate you!" I asked if she said she was hitting me ('I hit you') and she said, "No! I hate you!" I launched into the whole "we-don't-hate-that's-not-a-nice-word-mommy-loves-you" spiel, to which she replied, "It cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this foreshadowing of what the teen years will be like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-3738448637725160422?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/3738448637725160422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=3738448637725160422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3738448637725160422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3738448637725160422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/11/hate.html' title='Hate.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5594219199886329706</id><published>2007-11-08T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:14:25.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Free</title><content type='html'>I was/am in a terrible mood. Irritated with work. Then this morning on the way to work, I heard "Finally Free" by Nichole Nordeman. These lines especially spoke to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Son has set us free &lt;br /&gt;Then we must be free indeed &lt;br /&gt;Let the chains fall away, starting today &lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed &lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I _am_ free, free from the bondage of sin and the cares of this world. This song reminded me that the petty things do not matter, and it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I still had a hard time not crying while I was washing my coffee mug this morning. Stupid hormones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5350930617788301147?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5350930617788301147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5350930617788301147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5350930617788301147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5350930617788301147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-fix-it.html' title='He Fix It!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-2136447571883009121</id><published>2007-10-14T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:53:48.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Chicken</title><content type='html'>While watching The Office tonight (we're a few days behind on shows, as usual), there was a commercial for something and it mentioned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Chicken"&gt;Super Chicken&lt;/a&gt;. Ryan does not remember Super Chicken!!!!  I used to watch  it as part of George of the Jungle. Does anybody else remember Super Chicken? &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dAHlGeVGp-4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=dAHlGeVGp-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-2136447571883009121?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/2136447571883009121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=2136447571883009121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2136447571883009121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2136447571883009121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-chicken.html' title='Super Chicken'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5971446390840708112</id><published>2007-10-09T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:31:32.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, unwelcome house guests, and more</title><content type='html'>Here it is, the ninth of October already. And stinking hot. It was 91 degrees at 5:00 today. That is so wrong. I hear a cold snap is on the way, though ... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to post Saturday morning about our date night Friday but something came up. Friday night we dropped Katrina off at the Y for Parents' Night Out and headed to the theater to see &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/gameplan/"&gt;The Game Plan&lt;/a&gt;. It was such a cute movie! I tend to be a tough critic when it comes to movie content - don't care for violence, language, alcohol, onscreen sex, etc. - so I was interested when I read the &lt;a href="http://www.pluggedinonline.com/movies/movies/a0003431.cfm"&gt;PluggedIn review&lt;/a&gt;. While it definitely wasn't Ryan's first choice for a movie, the football storyline appealed to him (I think). I highly recommend it for a cute date movie, and even a family movie for those with elementary kids. (Nothing in the content is bad for younger kids, it's just that older kids could sit through the movie better and follow the storyline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was one of a handful of dates we've been on since Katrina was born. We know how important it is to have time together, and we really do intend to do it more often, but time seems to fly by. And honestly, we enjoy spending time as a family eating out, going to the store together, etc., too. We both went into the Y to pick up Katrina at the end of the night - we wanted to see who she missed more. :) It was Daddy, hands down, of course. And I love that - I love the relationship they have and how Ryan has become a Daddy, not just another guy with a kid. (Am I making sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Ahh, sweet, peaceful Saturday. NOT. Ryan had to work 9:00 a.m. - 9:00 p.m., so I made plans with a girlfriend to go to a street festival in Frederick. Katrina and I were up early and were just about to leave to hit Borders before meeting my friend when the unwelcome house guest arrived. It wasn't his fault - he didn't come by choice. You see, Davis (our cat) ran outside when I was buckling Katrina in her carseat. Davis caught a chipmunk, brought it in the house, and LET IT GO!!! I was so terrified. Completely irrational. Creeped out. Freaking out, standing on the couch yelling ... at a chipmunk. My attempts to get rid of it did not work, not even the trail of yummy acorns leading to the front door. So we left. I was certain I'd come home to a bloody murder scene with chipmunk parts spread all over the house, but there was no sign of the stupid thing. The cats were sort of stalking the other couch then, but eventually walked away and fell asleep. Lazy cats. Ryan got home at 10:00. The sequence of events went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;10:00 p.m. Ryan walks in the front door&lt;br /&gt;10:03 p.m. Ryan moves the couch&lt;br /&gt;10:05 p.m. Ryan scoops up chipmunk (alive) in box, takes it outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my hero.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a quick Katrina story:&lt;br /&gt;I found a set of flashcards at Wal-Mart with uppercase and lowercase  letters on separate cards. Tonight after dinner we pulled them out for  the first time, and Katrina knew several of the lowercase letters! (She  knows all 26 uppercase letters now.) Lowercase letters she named: c, e,  h, k, m, n, o, r, s, u, v, w, x, y and z. That's more than half the  alphabet! I purposely didn't ask her b/d/g/p/q because those are so  confusing, but she did tell me that a b "go up, no down" and drew a 'b'  in the air. The other cute thing - she calls them "baby" letters. So an  e is a "baby E."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more exciting is that she recognized four words! Ryan wrote CAT on  her MagnaDoodle, and Katrina spelled out the letters. Then when Ryan  asked her what it spells, she said, "Kitty!" He wrote MOM, and she did  the same thing - said it spells "Mama." DAD is "Dada," and BABY is "Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way ... Katrina will be two and five months (29 months) next week. When asked what we should name her baby sister, she says, "Ummm ... Rabbit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5971446390840708112?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5971446390840708112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5971446390840708112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5971446390840708112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5971446390840708112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies-unwelcome-house-guests-and-more.html' title='Movies, unwelcome house guests, and more'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-2962110051967820742</id><published>2007-09-23T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:14:54.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we are a little behind on watching the first Survivor ... thank goodness for ReplayTVs ... but a &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor15/survivors/todd.shtml"&gt;gay Mormon flight attendant&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-2962110051967820742?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/2962110051967820742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=2962110051967820742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2962110051967820742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2962110051967820742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-425406734743589700</id><published>2007-09-16T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:49:53.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend</title><content type='html'>Our weekend was busy but great! &lt;a href="http://www.misspattycake.com/"&gt;Miss PattyCake&lt;/a&gt; visited our church for TWO concerts on Saturday. We originally booked her for one, but the response was so overwhelming that we scheduled a second concert, and both were filled to near capacity! For those of you who don't know Miss PattyCake, you may recognize her as &lt;a href="http://www.integritymusic.com/artists/bio/miss.html"&gt;Jean Thomason&lt;/a&gt;, who formerly sang/performed at Women of Faith events. She has been Miss PattyCake for twelve years now, and ministers to preschoolers and their families through song and motion. All the kids love her! I highly recommend you visit her website, get her DVDs (a new one comes out October 30), and even invite her to perform at your church. She's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3cOdXxTnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GeElKd7sGPs/s1600-h/cropped+k+with+mpc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3cOdXxTnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GeElKd7sGPs/s320/cropped+k+with+mpc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110983293095988850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of a cold snap roll through. Saturday was cool (high 60s) but comfortable. It was only 38 degrees when I woke up this morning!! We had to dig out some of Katrina's new fall clothes for church. She pretty much picked out this outfit by herself at the store one day. I held up one skirt and she said, "No!" and pointed to this one instead. Then she grabbed the off-white shirt from a stack. Maybe we have a future fashion designer on our hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3cq9XxToI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r7qalinYQBo/s1600-h/small+k+fall+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3cq9XxToI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r7qalinYQBo/s320/small+k+fall+outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110983782722260610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture goes way back to July. I found it on the camera when I was looking at the pictures from this weekend. We visited Illinois in July, and this is Katrina wandering through my mom's bean field. We're heading back to IL in late October ... maybe she'll get to (safely) ride in a combine then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3dC9XxTpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lkimxDK8GAg/s1600-h/small+k+high+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3dC9XxTpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lkimxDK8GAg/s320/small+k+high+beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110984195039121042" 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/8080694-425406734743589700?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/425406734743589700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=425406734743589700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/425406734743589700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/425406734743589700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Ru3cOdXxTnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GeElKd7sGPs/s72-c/cropped+k+with+mpc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-9094345363564503709</id><published>2007-09-12T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:02:53.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>From Readers' Digest (http://www.rd.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birth of my son, a woman from the records department stopped by my hospital room to get information for his birth certificate. "Father's date of birth?" she asked. When I told her, she said, "Do you realize that his birthday is exactly nine months before your son's birth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I hadn't thought about it," I responded, "but now that you mention it, I have a daughter who turned two a couple days before the same date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she finished taking down all the data, she patted my hand and said, "Maybe you should start buying your husband a tie for his birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- M.K. Pigott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-9094345363564503709?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/9094345363564503709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=9094345363564503709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/9094345363564503709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/9094345363564503709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7747238166646633816</id><published>2007-09-07T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:20:40.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight-obsessed</title><content type='html'>We are still obsessing about Katrina's growth patterns. She has an appointment at Johns Hopkins later this month as a 'second opinion' with a gastroenterologist. They (hopefully) won't rerun the tests but will look at the results and see if there is anything the doctors at Georgetown missed. I'm thinking about it now because I was over a friend's house this morning; their youngest daughter is a few months younger than Katrina and wears a size 6 diaper. (Size 6 is for kids who weigh more than 35 lbs.) In contrast, Katrina wears a size 4 diaper and they are huge on her ... I go back and forth with the idea of putting her in a smaller size. I know it's all relative, but our friends are average-to-tall in height, and both are athletic and slender. I am average height and Ryan is tall, and we both gain weight easily. So how do we have the skinny kid whose pants fall down all the time?? Our newest niece weighs just about half what Katrina does ... and she is seven weeks old. I'm sure Baby Bethany will pass Katrina in weight in her first year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7747238166646633816?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7747238166646633816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7747238166646633816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7747238166646633816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7747238166646633816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-obsessed.html' title='Weight-obsessed'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8235366319831622565</id><published>2007-09-04T21:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:17:38.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust.</title><content type='html'>After a grueling two weeks, another proposal is out the door. I have just a few hours to work tomorrow, then will be done for the week. What should I do with my 'free' Thursday and Friday? I'm thinking a good book one day and maybe some house cleaning the other day. I'm definitely experiencing signs of nesting - already! Sunday I had to clean the carport. I was obsessed. I even made Ryan mop part of it, and it's a concrete floor! Last night I disinfected my friend Laura's kitchen counters, and today I scrubbed the coffee maker at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Katrina said, "I love you, too" when I told her I love her! Of course, it sounded more like "I luh ooo, too" but I knew what she meant. Being a parent has really changed me and enlightened me to how God feels about each of us. We delight in our little girl day after day, from new words to the way she mimics her daddy to even the crazy book she chooses to read before bed each night. We find joy in the simplest things with her, and it amazes me that God our Father delights in me, even more than I delight in our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer request: A friend from church found out her brother-in-law (her sister's husband) was shot and killed in their home in Venezuela during a robbery attempt. The friend's nieces have been visiting her for a few weeks, so now Marycruz (our friend) has the heartbreaking task of telling her nieces their father was killed, as well as getting them back home to Venezuela as soon as possible. The girls (Marycruz's nieces) are 14 and 5. Please pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8235366319831622565?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8235366319831622565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8235366319831622565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8235366319831622565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8235366319831622565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1363815956749152163</id><published>2007-09-01T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:23:14.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stet</title><content type='html'>It's good to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stet"&gt;Stet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1363815956749152163?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1363815956749152163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1363815956749152163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1363815956749152163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1363815956749152163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/09/stet.html' title='Stet'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7996472577680016041</id><published>2007-08-27T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:31:45.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second birthday, and other momentous occassions.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. "Momentous" looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, August 27, is my 'second birthday.' I became a Christian on this date thirteen (13) years ago today. I remember the date, not only because it is so special, but because it falls exactly seven days after my 'real' birthday. That's right, I turned 28 last Monday, and today I 'turned' 13. God is good, for sure. I am so blessed beyond belief. We just celebrated our fifth anniversary, and Ryan had a birthday, too. Here is what a week in August looks like for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17 - our anniversary&lt;br /&gt;August 20 - my birthday&lt;br /&gt;August 24 - Ryan's birthday (he's 31 now! SO OLD!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an ultrasound today (more on that later) and the lady performing the scan was telling me about a recent trip her family took to Western Maryland. I asked her if she was familiar with Swallow Falls state park, and she was. I always take any opportunity I can to brag ... not about Ryan, but about God, and how He healed Ryan from near death. I briefly told the woman about Ryan's fall three years ago, and how it was a miracle that he even lived, and also how he was expected to be on life support for at least three weeks but was breathing on his own and semi-conscious less than 24 hours after the accident. It was a horrible experience, for sure, but we can see God's hand in so many ways. So we definitely celebrate birthdays around here, and the fact that my crazy husband is even around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cleaned our bedroom. I am such a slob. Ask Marte. And April and Crystal. They all came over in high school to help me clean my room. And Sidra lived with me in college (bless her heart). I'm setting mini-goals along the way. Like, tonight I want to go through the clothes remaining in my dresser (that I never wear) and set them aside for donation. And if I/we can keep the room picked up for at least a set amount of time, I'm thinking paint and a new rug are in store for us. I forgot to take any 'before' pictures (they would have been too scary, anyway), but maybe I'll post some 'after' pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is growing up so fast! I'm not sure why this is such a big deal to me, but she started calling us "Mommy" and "Daddy" this weekend (instead of "Mama" and "Dada"). She hasn't made the complete switch - she does still call us Mama and Dada interchanged with Mommy and Daddy - but it just seems so grownup for her to say Mommy instead of Mama. And I like being Mama! (Of course, she asked, "Where Ryan?" tonight when she heard me call out his name to bring me something. Oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working with her on shapes now. She knows all 26 uppercase letters, a handful of letter sounds, can count to and recognize 1 - 10, and knows a heart, star and oval. We're working on the basic shapes like square and circle (she calls a circle 'round') and rectangle. Not sure how she knows the obscure shapes first, but hey, that's our kid for you. I've also started pointing out lowercase letters to her, and she knows the lowercase 'e' but that's all so far. Katrina is also really into emotions - she can quickly identify an emotion portrayed by a person or animal's expression in a picture, even the first time she sees it. She has a 96-cent placemat from Wal-Mart with Sesame Street characters on it, and the first time she looked at it, in the store, she noticed that Elmo looks like he's tripping over a stick. Right away Katrina said, "Mama, Elmo hurt. Elmo hurt!" I didn't even see it until she pointed it out to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And she is not an alien child from Village of the D*mned, thank you very much MARTE and SARA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my ultrasound. The blood clots are GONE and the amniotic fluid is clear - no blood cell debris!! It's as if the clots never existed. God is so good. We have been praying and praying that these clots would simply disappear and I would be healed, and He answered! This little girl is very calm, not nearly the kicker that her big sister was. She has predictable active times: right after lunch, and in the evening between 10 and 10:30, when I'm trying to fall asleep. She is growing along her curve, and is slightly bigger (1 lb, 5 oz) than Katrina was at this stage of development. Any suggestions for a name? We can't call her 'This Baby' forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7996472577680016041?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7996472577680016041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7996472577680016041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7996472577680016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7996472577680016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-birthday-and-other-momentous.html' title='Second birthday, and other momentous occassions.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1406489309059634420</id><published>2007-08-08T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:36:59.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Bug Spray</title><content type='html'>We've been having a rough bedtime with Katrina for just about a month now ... since we got back from vacation. Both our babysitter and a coworker encouraged us that the phase lasts about a month and will pass, but we were giving up hope of getting to bed peacefully (read: without vomit). Lately Katrina has been obsessed with bugs. Sometimes she points them out, but she usually shrieks "A BOG!!!!!!" (yes, b-o-g is how she says it) and freaks out. The last few times I've asked her what she is scared of, she says, "bog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Grandma Herbert (Gail, Ryan's mom) said that Ryan had a similar bedtime issue when he was a little bit older. He finally told his Grandma Lyons that he was scared of a lion under his bed and needed a gun to shoot it. Grandma Lyons got him a toy gun and sure enough, he slept well after that. We figured a gun would be overkill (pardon the pun), but we did decide to make a bottle of "No Bug Spray." Ryan found a picture of a bug with the line through it, and I taped it to an empty spray bottle. We showed it to Katrina before bed tonight and made a big deal of spraying her bed and under and all around her room. We also showed her how she could spray if she got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, it worked! It's only the first night, so I'm not saying it's permanent, but I prayed with her and kissed her goodnight, and she laid down without a peep. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to bed. I've been sleep-deprived for the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture we used for our "No Bug Spray" bottle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.opsalacarte.com/images/illustrations/No%20Bugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.opsalacarte.com/images/illustrations/No%20Bugs.jpg" alt="" 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/8080694-1406489309059634420?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1406489309059634420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1406489309059634420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1406489309059634420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1406489309059634420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-bug-spray.html' title='No Bug Spray'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-3429176340948580596</id><published>2007-07-29T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:27:27.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Rqx5dbwHY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ6VXs4OjEA/s1600-h/Bethany+Elise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Rqx5dbwHY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ6VXs4OjEA/s320/Bethany+Elise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092578825221923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bethany Elise Yanchick arrived yesterday (Saturday, July 28th) at 7:37 a.m. She weighed 8 pounds 5 ounces, is 22 inches long, and is GORGEOUS! Laura and David are doing well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-3429176340948580596?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/3429176340948580596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=3429176340948580596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3429176340948580596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3429176340948580596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-newest-niece.html' title='Our newest niece'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/Rqx5dbwHY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ6VXs4OjEA/s72-c/Bethany+Elise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-323581839320247301</id><published>2007-07-18T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:00:13.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?!</title><content type='html'>I just read this - &lt;a href="http://wgts.org/wordpress/?p=264"&gt;http://wgts.org/wordpress/?p=264&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't change the style and message of WGTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-323581839320247301?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/323581839320247301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=323581839320247301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/323581839320247301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/323581839320247301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='What the?!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-2581895066214193730</id><published>2007-07-17T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:12:48.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level II ultrasound was today. The baby's heart looks good (that was the reason for the visit to the perinatologist - my sister has a mitral valve prolapse); the baby was a little uncooperative, though, and they were only able to fully see the right side of her heart. I have to go back in two weeks for another ultrasound, and they'll search again with hopes of cooperation so they can see the left side of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The placenta looks great ... it is neither low nor pulling away. It turns out the bleeding is from a moderately-sized subchorionic hematoma - a blood clot. The size and place of the clot introduces a risk of fetal death if it grows and pushes the placenta out of place, hence why I have to return in two weeks (to see if the clot is changing size). Until then, I am on 'mild rest,' meaning no marathons or bicycle races. I told the perinatologist he didn't have to worry about that.  :) I can still work, but am encouraged to rest often and avoid any strenuous exercise or heavy lifting, as that could dislodge the clot or cause more bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at work. We have a task order response due tomorrow. Today was one of those swamped days. I told a coworker, if anyone else asked me to do one more thing, I would either cry or scream. Or both. Now the office is nice and quiet, and the end of this crazy task order is so close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-2581895066214193730?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/2581895066214193730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=2581895066214193730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2581895066214193730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/2581895066214193730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/its.html' title='It&apos;s a ....'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7719646511089844597</id><published>2007-07-15T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:52:05.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of an early reader?</title><content type='html'>Katrina, Ryan and I were playing a game this evening where Mommy or Daddy would write down a letter on her Magna Doodle thing and Katrina would name the letter. We knew that she knows the letters R, B, and I, but thought that was the extent of her letter recognition. Boy, were we wrong! Katrina recognizes and names SEVENTEEN (17!) letters of the alphabet - and she is just 26 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters she knows (unrecognized ones in parentheses): A, B, C, (D), E, F, (G), H, I, (J), (K), (L), M, (N), O, (P), (Q), R, S, T, U, (V), W, X, Y, Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't believe it! When I taught preschool, we quizzed the four year olds at the mid-year point, and a few of the students recognized four or five letters. By the end of the year (when they turned five), all students recognized at least one letter, and the average number of letters recognized was ten. Katrina has already surpassed that for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7719646511089844597?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7719646511089844597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7719646511089844597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7719646511089844597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7719646511089844597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/signs-of-early-reader.html' title='Signs of an early reader?'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5521056610637655961</id><published>2007-07-15T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:12:58.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Two Tired Parents</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there were two parents. Two tired parents. Their daughter, who recently turned two, had even more recently decided that she didn't need to sleep at night. She fought sleep; oh, what a fighter she was. She could shriek and cry like the best of them. She also learned to throw up on command, much to her parents' dismay ... and disgust. She hadn't always been this way. In fact, her mommy was recently telling a friend how easygoing this little girl was, and how blessed mommy and daddy felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy shouldn't have looked a gift horse in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny summer weekend, this little girl decided not only did she not need to sleep at night, but she didn't need to take naps anymore, either. And she decided she could start waking up at that crazy hour in the morning where it's too early to get up, but too late to go back to sleep. This made the little girl pretty cranky, even though she did it to herself. She was unfriendly at church and cried during Sunday School; during Children's Church she would only let her daddy hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Mommy and Daddy felt hopeful when the little girl fell asleep in the car on the way home from church. Daddy oh so carefully unbuckled the little girl from her seat and carried her in the house, then gently set her on her waiting bed. You see, even her bed missed the little girl who used to sleep so well. (Her pretty bedroom rug did not miss her, though - it was tired of being puked on every night.) The hope was short lived. The little girl woke up with a start and a loud "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy tried everything they knew to do. They played a cd of lullabies, then a new cd when that one maybe the little girl cry harder. They read stories and got a snack and stretched out on a blanket on the floor with the little girl. Nothing would work, though, and eventually, the mommy and daddy fell fast asleep on the floor while the little girl played and read books to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RppjZ9W6SNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVtgbU86SjM/s1600-h/asleep+in+Katrina%27s+room+%28small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RppjZ9W6SNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVtgbU86SjM/s320/asleep+in+Katrina%27s+room+%28small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087488026686933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daddy asleep on Katrina's floor, two hours later.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5521056610637655961?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5521056610637655961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5521056610637655961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5521056610637655961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5521056610637655961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/tale-of-two-tired-parents.html' title='The Tale of Two Tired Parents'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RppjZ9W6SNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVtgbU86SjM/s72-c/asleep+in+Katrina%27s+room+%28small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6572597666129083697</id><published>2007-07-13T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:04:18.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Trimester Bedrest</title><content type='html'>Meh. I visited the OB midwife yesterday for some bleeding issues, and she wants to put me on bedrest, at least until my ultrasound on Tuesday but maybe until at least the end of next week. She thinks perhaps the placenta is low-lying or even separating from the uterine wall, but she can't confirm it without an ultrasound. Since I already have one schedule for early next week, and I'm young and without previous complications, she was fine with waiting until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel pretty crappy yesterday, but I feel SO much better today. I took it easy last night (Ryan heated up leftovers for dinner, helped get Katrina ready for bed, etc.) and slept well, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work today, so I'm obviously disregarding the doctor's orders. If they do find something on Tuesday, I'll consider working from home for a few days, but it's just too crazy right now to drop everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-6572597666129083697?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6572597666129083697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6572597666129083697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6572597666129083697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6572597666129083697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/07/second-trimester-bedrest.html' title='Second Trimester Bedrest'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-4496920352283588723</id><published>2007-07-11T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:57:34.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so fun way to spend fun money.</title><content type='html'>For a couple of months now, Ryan and I have been tracking 'fun money.' Each day we pack a lunch (rather than eat fast food or go to the Orbiteria), we 'earn' $5. The same goes for each time we work out at the Y. We track our fun money balance at Joe's Goals, and the money is to use how we see fit. (We have separate fun money accounts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually spend mine right away, on books, music, library fines, etc. Ryan has been saving his for a big purchase like a PS3 or other video game related items. Well, while we were in Illinois, Ryan got a letter informing him that he had spent $75 of his hard-earned fun money ... he ran a red light here in Frederick at an intersection that is camera-monitored. This is actually his second offense in a year, but thankfully the city doesn't keep track of that, so it doesn't count against his driving record. But it's still a less than fun way to spend fun money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This reminds me. I have an overdue library book. Eek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Illinois was fairly uneventful. We has some miscommunications with Ryan's family about when we would arrive, etc., but it all turned out fine in the end. Katrina has a whole slew of new words, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boppy/Popeye (Bobby)&lt;br /&gt;- Nawna (both Shawna and my sister Leea)&lt;br /&gt;- Monkey (my mom! I have no idea why she calls my mom "Monkey" - we refer to her as Grammy)&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;- fench fye (french fry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and my favorite: happy. She started saying, "I happy!" while we were in Illinois. Not sure if she really understands the concept, but she sure says it a lot. She will walk around the house saying, "I happy, Mama! Happy, Mama?" and she told me tonight "Rabbit happy!" meaning the rabbit on her pajama top was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe she's two. It's even harder to believe she'll be a big sister in a few months. I have an ultrasound on Tuesday (yay!) but I do need to call the OB in the morning as I've had some spotting (sorry if TMI). Hopefully they will say, "Take it easy until Tuesday then come see us after your ultrasound" since the OB and the Fetal Medicine specialist are now right next door to each other in the same building. It's busy at work the rest of this week and next week through Wednesday, and it will be hard for me to get away from the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some decisions to make regarding work and what to do after the new baby arrives. I was honest to Kurt/Hal/Gordon when I told them I was pregnant, that I wasn't sure I would be returning full time after the baby is born. They all have been very supportive (is there such a thing as TOO supportive? sometimes it's annoying how they coddle me!), and encouraging me to do what is best for our family ... while trying to entice me to return to work.  :)  On top of that, our pastor has semi-officially offered me a job at the church. That job seems perfect, but I am managing to talk myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much I'm terrible at making decisions, so pray for me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-6075333052610574043?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6075333052610574043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6075333052610574043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6075333052610574043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6075333052610574043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6003997404108780323</id><published>2007-06-15T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:55:23.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting to five</title><content type='html'>Here is how Katrina counts to five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One..." (holds up one finger)&lt;br /&gt;"B..." (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;"Five!" (holds up five fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom right now, sitting on the potty, and I'm in the other room. She insists she needs 'privacy' to go potty. Even though she doesn't give us privacy when we're going potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-6003997404108780323?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6003997404108780323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6003997404108780323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6003997404108780323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6003997404108780323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/06/counting-to-five.html' title='Counting to five'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-3080809491622354560</id><published>2007-06-14T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:54:35.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not Crohn's Disease!</title><content type='html'>Katrina's test results were great yesterday. The endoscopies showed no signs of inflammation or scarring, meaning she does not have Crohn's Disease. The gastroenterologist took some biopsies, just to be certain, and those results will be available in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedures themselves weren't so great. The first sedative they gave Katrina was called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Propofol"&gt;Propofol&lt;/a&gt;, and she had an allergic reaction to it. It contains a small amount of egg as an emulsifier, and even though the pediatric allergist swears Katrina's not allergic to eggs, she had a reaction. The doctor and nurses treated her for that (Benadryl, Albuterol, breathed for her for a bit), then switched her to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketamine"&gt;Ketamine&lt;/a&gt; as a sedative to finish the procedure. All seemed to be well until she started having seizures. Apparently Ketamine can somewhat lower one's threshold for seizures. Katrina received two or three kinds of medicine for the seizures, and the seizures stopped after about twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying at the hospital for six hours of observation. By the end of the evening yesterday Katrina was fine ... running around, playing, eating and drinking. She had a little bit of low muscle tone from one of the medicines used to stop the seizures, but she is MUCH better today. She gets a dose of Prednisone today, and we're under strict orders to keep Benadryl nearby in case she starts to have another reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next steps: head to the pediatrician tomorrow for a follow-up appointment, to make sure all the sedatives are out of her system and there are no complications; then back to the gastroenterologist in three weeks for the biopsy results and to create a forward action plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-3080809491622354560?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/3080809491622354560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=3080809491622354560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3080809491622354560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3080809491622354560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-not-crohns-disease.html' title='It&apos;s not Crohn&apos;s Disease!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1970237573681137486</id><published>2007-06-12T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:24:19.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is going exceedingly well. God is good.  :) Katrina took her first dose of medicine "okay" for Daddy this morning, then spent a few hours at the babysitter's house. Her second dose didn't go so well ... she threw that up. But then she took a dose of another kind fine, and is sound asleep. She only said "I hummy" TWICE since I've been home (five o'clock). I'm going to make a sandwich then it's off to bed, because we need to be up at five a.m. tomorrow to head to Georgetown. By this time tomorrow we'll know answers to why Katrina has been so sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-1970237573681137486?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/1970237573681137486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=1970237573681137486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1970237573681137486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/1970237573681137486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-going-exceedingly-well.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-4664939029473710011</id><published>2007-06-11T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:25:28.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun of it all.</title><content type='html'>Katrina has two procedures scheduled for Wednesday, so tomorrow morning starts a clear liquid only diet. How fun this will be to hear my toddler say, "I hummy! I hummy!" ("I'm hungry") over and over again, to which I can only respond, "Here, drink some apple juice/water/Gatorade/etc." She had to fast one morning last week for an upper GI, and that was miserable. I can only imagine (and dread) what tomorrow and Wednesday will be like. The pediatric GI will be performing the procedures himself, though, so we should know answers right away. Katrina has been hovering right around 24.4 - 24.5 pounds these last few weeks. We have to weigh her several times the next 24 - 48 hours, as she will also be taking magnesium citrate to induce .... cleansing of the bowels, and will likely drop weight quickly. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy is going well, all stress at work/church/home aside. I have very intense cravings for avocados. Specifically semi-ripe avocados sliced with lemon juice and salt. I eat just about one a day now. They are apparently a good source of magnesium. Still not showing much, which is fine by me. I'm surprised, though, as I've always heard and read that subsequent pregnancies show sooner. It's causing me to be quite vain about clothing, as I don't like my current clothes but I'm not ready to buy a ton of summer/fall maternity clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is the last real night of my class. I've been taking Pauline Epistles, one of the courses I need for ordination. It's been a lot of hard work, and a lot of fun. Ryan has been wonderfully supportive through it all. He even made dinner from scratch one night AND gave Katrina a bath AND cleaned up afterward so I could study. The final is next week, but our "professor" (my senior pastor) is out of town, so he's e-mailing the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to Illinois the week of July 4th. VBS is the week before that, and so we're heading out Saturday morning the 30th. We're planning to spend two days and a night in Wisconsin Dells for 'vacation.' Of course, I won't be able to go on many of the water rides, being pregnant, so it's more of a chance to get together with extended family (the cousins are going, too) and hang out at a variety of amusement parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not a very interesting blog writer, am I? Maybe because the only time I find to sit down and write is late at night when the day is done ... and I'm exhausted. Or maybe I lead a very boring life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-4664939029473710011?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/4664939029473710011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=4664939029473710011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4664939029473710011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/4664939029473710011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-of-it-all.html' title='The fun of it all.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-6192779621072461614</id><published>2007-05-20T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:22:04.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>The word is out at work and at church, so I might as well share it here, too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev349pr___.png" alt="pregnancy due date" 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/8080694-6192779621072461614?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/6192779621072461614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=6192779621072461614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6192779621072461614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/6192779621072461614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/05/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5369025560583441236</id><published>2007-05-15T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:20:55.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina update</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some pictures of our peanut now that she's two, but the camera is at home and I'm at work. Instead I'll update you all on her two-year-checkup yesterday. I can't believe she's two already, even though she's been saying she's two for the last month or so.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 35.5" (if the saying that kids are half their height at age 2, she's going to be 5' 11"!!)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 24 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina was officially diagnosed as '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Failure_to_thrive"&gt;failure to thrive/slow growth&lt;/a&gt;' yesterday. Really all this means is that she is underweight, and has not gained the weight she should have in the six months since her last checkup. This diagnosis will help with getting insurance to approve tests, exams, and specialist visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Katrina is two, and really since she was 18-months, the doctor is more concerned with her weight-for-height rather than her weight-for age. We know other toddlers Katrina's age and older that weigh just a few pounds more, but they are at a healthy weight for their height. I was reading about toddler growth patterns last night, and weight-for-age matters in babies, because "they" have done close studies and traced the general growth patterns for infants and young toddlers. But once a child hits 18 months - 2 years, it switches to weight-for-height or BMI, just like adults. For example, I weight 150 lbs, which is a healthy weight for a 5'6" female, but irrelevant to being 27 years old. (Does that make sense?) Her weight-for-height (24 lbs - rounded up - for 35.5" ) gives her a BMI of 13.4, which is the 0th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcm.edu/cnrc/bodycomp/bmiz2.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bcm.edu/cnrc/bodycomp/bmiz2.html&lt;/a&gt; is a BMI calculator for kids. With her stats (2y, 24 lbs, 35.5"), we get these results: A 36-inch tall, 24-pound, 2-year-old girl has a body mass index (BMI) of 13.4, which is at the 0th percentile for age. This suggests that this girl is underweight. A healthy weight range for this particular girl would be from about 27-pounds to 32-pounds. So she's not that far from a healthy weight - needs to gain approximately 3 - 8 pounds. The problem is getting her to gain the weight. She eats well and often, but is not digesting the food she eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an appointment scheduled for June 11 with a pediatric GI to look at her inflamed intestines. The pediatrician is going to try to get that appointment moved up, though, because she thinks a month is too long. (Apparently the blood tests showed her intestines have been inflamed for at least three months or something). She also sees a pediatric allergist at the end of this month to figure out if there are foods/allergens that are triggering this inflammation. We know she has a slight egg allergy, but is not allergic to the other top food allergens (milk, soy, wheat, legumes, shellfish, and something else). There could be other allergens, though, that are triggering this internal reaction and causing her intestines to basically attack themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting her on hypoallergenic infant formula, in addition to her normal meals. Hopefully she'll be able to digest it and absorb the calories/vitamins/minerals from that, at least until we can determine what the underlying cause of the inflammation is. (Dr. Mullen *thinks* it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crohn%27s_disease"&gt;Crohn's disease&lt;/a&gt;, but she said the GI has to make that final diagnosis.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-9055341320283314962?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/9055341320283314962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=9055341320283314962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/9055341320283314962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/9055341320283314962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-349796416673897854</id><published>2007-04-30T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:24:44.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>Praise God for sunshine and warmth! I am so glad spring is finally here. We had a busy but normal weekend, with a lot of time spent outside. Our church's softball season started last week, so we'll be hitting (ha, no pun intended) those games each Sunday afternoon. I could list every single activity in our lives, but I'm sure that would be quite boring. :) Yesterday I thought, "Oh, I want to blog about this!" ... and then promptly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you following along, Katrina's CF test came back fine. We took her last week for a weight check - she was completely uncooperative - and then to the lab where they drew several vials. We should have those results back today, hopefully. Tests include a complete blood count, celiac, several pancreatic enzymes, and a few others that I forget. The pediatrician said last week, she would rather exhaust every possibility than to say, "It's nothing" and in a year or two find out that Katrina has severely malfunctioning organs. Besides constant digestive problems, she is actually doing great! I can't believe she's going to be two soon. Where have the days gone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, it's almost 7:30 and I need to leave for work. I'll post more if I remember what I was going to say. Hope you all are doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-349796416673897854?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/349796416673897854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=349796416673897854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/349796416673897854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/349796416673897854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-520335058203594578</id><published>2007-04-19T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:28:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-520335058203594578?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/520335058203594578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=520335058203594578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/520335058203594578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/520335058203594578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/04/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-7521119183759350146</id><published>2007-04-17T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:38:30.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week, in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>This past week has been a bit crazy for me/us. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - took Katrina to the pediatrician; ped says she needs to be tested for &lt;a href="http://www.cff.org/"&gt;cystic fibrosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - rear-ended someone at a stop sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - somewhat uneventful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - stressful day at work; coworker upset, another coworker not carrying her load, looming deadlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/STNG-HeraldNews/Obituaries.asp?Page=Lifestory&amp;amp;PersonId=87223510"&gt;Laura's father-in-law passed away&lt;/a&gt; (Laura my sister-in-law - David's dad Dennis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-7521119183759350146?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/7521119183759350146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=7521119183759350146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7521119183759350146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/7521119183759350146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-week-in-nutshell.html' title='Last week, in a nutshell.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-5842459815483940859</id><published>2007-03-23T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:52:26.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I was reading back through old posts. Er, my old posts. Specificially, I found &lt;a href="http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2004/12/1-2-3-4-56-7-8-9-1011-12-sesame-street.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; interesting.  Out of the nine things I listed then as wanting to do before I die, I have done one of them (Lasik surgery), am close to another one (being ordained), and am actively working on two of them (a gazillion kids and going back to Wales - via Ireland). It's been a little more than two years since I wrote that list. I wonder what the status will be in another two years ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm really going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-5842459815483940859?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/5842459815483940859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=5842459815483940859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5842459815483940859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/5842459815483940859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8186527104579405901</id><published>2007-03-23T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:39:53.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They are almost here!</title><content type='html'>In less than 12 hours, my in-laws will be here. Ryan's parents are coming to stay with us for a week (Gail's on Spring Break), my house is a mess, and what am I doing? That's right, I'm blogging! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bug is still floating around in the Herbert household. Katrina is feeling MUCH better, but now Daddy and Mommy are getting sick. Ryan and I have both been exhausted for two days now. I slept approx. 12 hours last night and he's on track for that tonight. I'm planning on crashing in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's recent bouts with rotavirus have led to what we think is 'secondary temporary lactose intolerance' (according to the nurse at our pediatrician's office). Monday she threw up and had diarrhea within minutes of drinking milk. It continued Tuesday and Wednesday, along with general crabbiness. I called the nurse and she said it's fairly common for kids to develop an intolerance for milk as a beverage after rotavirus. She said cheese, yogurt and other dairy products are okay, and we can even try lower fat (like 2% or skim) milk to see if Katrina can stomach those, just not whole milk for about a week or so. Katrina did lose nearly four pounds, putting her back down to 20 lbs. She's back up to 22 lbs - I was wondering if we were going to have to turn around her carseat, but she stayed at 20 or above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being crabby, Katrina was not happy to leave Ms. Elaine's house today. Here was our conversation in the car on the way home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Katrina, how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Katrina, did you have a good day today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You didn't have a good day today? Did you take a nap?" (I know she did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you play with Emmy?" (Another known fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you eat lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you watch t.v.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay, then. Let's sing 'The Itsy, Bitsy Spider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing anyway, and Katrina joins in with choruses of "Noooooooooooooooooooooo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord the babysitter only lives two miles from us. I don't know how much longer I can take this "NO" stage, and she's not even two yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I am absolutely amazed at how much I love this little girl. Earlier tonight I stumbled upon the blog of a friend from college. She posted almost exactly what Ryan and I feel ... we adore our daughter, are amazed by her every day, can't believe God trusts us to be her parents ... I tuck her into bed, glad for a few moments to myself, but then I find myself missing her and want to peek in on her. Tonight before we put her to bed, the three of us laid in our bed, just laughing and talking and tickling. We are blessed beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I should figure out what I want to be when I grow up.  :) I confuse myself sometimes, thinking I want nothing more than to stay at home with her ... or to have another baby ... then I go to work and think that what we have is great, too. I am taking a couple of days off while Ryan's parents are here. They have visited a few times before and it always seemed to fall during a big proposal for me. This time we are 'in the waiting' on a few procurements. Monday I have to travel to Virginia (to Ryan's worksite, actually) to give training on a new database we're using, Tuesday I'll be at the office, and Thursday I have an offsite meeting but it's in Frederick. So Wednesday and Friday I'll be off work (hopefully). One of those days we need to take Katrina for her very first haircut! The kid will be two in eight weeks, and her hair is just now long enough to need a trim. I should post a picture of her so you can see her blonde mop ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.  Time for bed. Good night, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8186527104579405901?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8186527104579405901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8186527104579405901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8186527104579405901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8186527104579405901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/03/they-are-almost-here.html' title='They are almost here!'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8011889664440646164</id><published>2007-03-19T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:00:33.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>My life seems to be about randomness lately, if that is possible. Tonight was the night to see strange, random things on the highway. On the way to church, I saw an ambulance being pulled by a tow truck. Then, on the way home from church, I passed a flatbed truck with two Metro cars. For some reason these 'vehicles' struck me as odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has also been odd. Wednesday was in the high 70s/low 80s; Thursday, rain and 60s; Friday brought rain, sleet, and 8" of snow. By the end of the day Friday I was wondering if the end of the world was near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is ... eh. I'm in between proposals, which is good, but Katrina has been sick again lately (more on that topic later), so I've been juggling a full-time job, a full-time ministry, and a full-time family. Work is basically getting the least of my attention, and I'm annoyed/irritated/disgusted with a cow-orker, which doesn't really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much a pointless post. I'll post more next week ... Ryan's parents will be in town, and I'm planning on taking a day or two off while they are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8011889664440646164?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8011889664440646164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8011889664440646164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8011889664440646164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8011889664440646164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-8076076445872306296</id><published>2007-02-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:50:09.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jaime and Andy have &lt;a href="http://www.andyandjaime.com/index.cfm/searchdate/2007-02#165"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-8076076445872306296?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/8076076445872306296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=8076076445872306296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8076076445872306296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/8076076445872306296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/02/jaime-and-andy-have-news.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-368922280071591078</id><published>2007-02-21T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:59:05.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Happy first day of Lent! Today begins sugar-withdrawal for me. I've given up sweets and fast food this year. We'll see how that goes. I apologize in advance for any crabbiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we are celebrating my boss's birthday today. With cake. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I was just thinking about the time that Marte and I gave up saying the word 'crap' for Lent. Except that in it's place we said, "Oh, Lent!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there giving up something for Lent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-368922280071591078?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/368922280071591078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=368922280071591078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/368922280071591078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/368922280071591078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-94797880969227603</id><published>2007-02-02T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:33:36.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RcP0NqDg5uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kEcMhXcYGms/s1600-h/IMG_2858+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RcP0NqDg5uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kEcMhXcYGms/s320/IMG_2858+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027130124540110562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Katrina is sleeping with a hammer. A toy hammer, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..... maybe I shouldn't let her watch HGTV just before bed .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-94797880969227603?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/94797880969227603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=94797880969227603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/94797880969227603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/94797880969227603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-katrina-is-sleeping-with-hammer.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vrCNKSV2CL4/RcP0NqDg5uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kEcMhXcYGms/s72-c/IMG_2858+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-546014554489618118</id><published>2007-01-29T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:36:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter learned a dirty word from LeapFrog.</title><content type='html'>That's right, folks. An seemingly harmless educational toy has taught Katrina a dirty word. For about a week or ten days we've noticed that Katrina has been saying 'caca' ('poop' in Spanish, for the truly naive out there) and couldn't figure out where in the world she learned it. Well, the mystery was solved tonight on the way to swim class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina has this fun little alphabet thing from LeapFrog that hangs on our fridge. It's magnetic and teaches the sounds letters make. Ryan's parents gave it to her for Christmas. It has a catchy little tune that says, "Every letter makes a sound and S says 'sssss,' 'sssss'" and so on. We have the letters in Katrina's name out so she can learn her name, and tonight in the car I sang, "Every letter makes a sound and K says --" when Katrina shouted "CACA!!"  K, of course, says "cuh, cuh" ... which sounds like a dirty word when a toddler says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, educational toys of the world, for teaching my daughter a dirty word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-546014554489618118?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/546014554489618118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=546014554489618118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/546014554489618118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/546014554489618118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-daughter-learned-dirty-word-from.html' title='My daughter learned a dirty word from LeapFrog.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-3482135527304159842</id><published>2007-01-28T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:54:46.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CPC and the Girls Letter</title><content type='html'>I spent Wednesday - Saturday at Children's Pastors' Conference. I loved it. Awesome speakers, challenging topics, fun workshops, tons of new ideas and resources, and I even connected with a couple of old friends and made some new friends. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbers sent the girls' letter tonight.  How my heart aches to be reuinited with my dear friends. The years and miles may separate us physically, but the Holy Spirit continues to bind us together into a cord not easily broken. My hopes and prayers for the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie - may God continue to heal you, both physically and emotionally. I miss you too much, I think sometimes. I wish you lived closer so we could get together. Are you SURE you don't want to move to DC?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - may our Father continue to richly bless you and Jeremiah as you raise little Reece. How much he has surely grown since this fall! I need to see pictures!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'rika - How I love to read your blogs! You are one of God's most beautiful creations, and I don't think for one moment that you need to compromise your standards. You deserve only the best in a mate! Keep praying and waiting for His guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs - Okay, showoff!  Not one but TWO triathalons?!  You are amazing!!!  Good for you for keeping healthy and stretching your body to do more! I'm proud of you! And I promise, I won't tell anybody your duplex secret. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill - I should have checked to see if you were going to be at CPC! I'm sorry VA didn't work out for you ... it was nice to have you for a semi-neighbor, even though we didn't get together. And happy birthday yesterday to little Ethan! I can't believe he's a year old already!! What did you guys do to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah - my almost-sister who's closer than a sister, what would I do without you? I think of you so often, and my heart aches to know your sufferings. But your faith and determination to shake College Park and the surrounding communities are an inspiration! Hang in there, my dear friend. One day we will see the fruits of our efforts. (And by the way, I still have Christmas presents for you guys! Didn't I do the same thing last year and give them like a month late or something? I really need to work on getting organized.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie - I was going to say that you cheated and didn't really update, but then I realized my contribution wasn't any better! What's new with you? Where are you working? How is your family? Tell us more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara - I needed to cry in the shower this summer and wished you were here. A major ministry event I planned was a huge flop, and although no one said it, I know everyone was doubting my leadership abilities. I was so embarrassed! I knew that you would know just the right thing to say, and that you would listen and let me cry it out. Those days at camp seem so long ago ... God has really brought us a long way, hasn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda - Sometimes 'uneventful' can be a good thing, as long as you are in God's will. And remember, "This too shall pass."  :)  Sooooooo .... what's the exciting changes in the near future that you mentioned??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy - It sounds like the last year was really rough for you. I'm so sorry, but I am very glad to hear that you were able to make the best of it and get a new position in Herscher! I attended grade school through senior high at the next district over (Tri-Point) and Sidra attended Herscher schools, so it's a blast from the past to hear about it. And congratulations on the romance! If you submitted your update in the fall like some of the others, has much changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison - I don't know where to start. Congratulations on Gabriel ... and I'm so very sorry to read about Donovan. Has anything changed since you wrote?  I am definitely praying. We serve and are loved by a God who wants the best for us and who proved His might when He rolled the stone away. I am certain that He has a plan for you. Please let me know how everything is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista - Okay, you get the award for the "Least Informative Submission" - after Marte, of course.  :)  Girl, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; a ton has happened in your life in the last year ... you have got to share how God has been at work in your life, leading you all over the world and back to Kankakee and such! And you have to share about your kittens, too.  Trish says they are adorable!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissy - Congratulations on your marriage!!!  I am SO happy for you!!  It does sound like you are very busy, but it also sounds like you love what you are doing. I'm so glad you have John beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Sidra Schkerke - Marte!!  No more AWOL allowed for you!! And you didn't call me back after your cryptic message last week or so, either! I'd better hear from you soon or I'll ... I'll ... I'll call your mother and tell on you!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear girlfriends, I love and miss you. I am thankful for each of you, for the trials and triumphs we shared in school and beyond. May the Lord bless you and keep you, as we continue to journey through another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-3449044946586277961?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/3449044946586277961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=3449044946586277961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3449044946586277961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/3449044946586277961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2007/01/rotavirus.html' title='Rotavirus'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-1990014803140600806</id><published>2007-01-10T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:32:36.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now!</title><content type='html'>The rain IS gone (and the snow flurries, too), but I hope tomorrow's not too much of a bright, sunny day because I'm still light-sensitive. Yes, folks, I survived laser eye surgery. My surgery lasted all of maybe five minutes (seriously) and I was on my way home less than an hour after I arrived at the vision center. Immediately I noticed improvement ... I could see the ceiling tiles in the surgery room! And I could see down the hall through the recovery room door. The irritation and light-sensitivity kicked in about 15 minutes after surgery, and that was rough. I wore those dorky sunglasses they give, plus I had my eyes closed, plus I held my coat over my head to block any light. I slept for about two hours and awoke to find the numbing drops had worn off. Ouch. But the steroid drops they gave for post-op care help a lot, and by 4:00 yesterday afternoon (6 hours after surgery), I felt GREAT! I could see fine, the achiness was gone, and I honestly felt like nothing had been done to my eyes. (Except that I could see without glasses or contacts.)  So, if you are at all thinking about getting it done, I highly encourage it! It's been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put Katrina's  mattress back in her crib for the past few nights because Ryan was back in Colorado and we didn't want to try to deal with her getting up all the time. Just tonight I moved her back to her toddler bed, and sure enough she got up after I put her to bed. I ignored her for about 20 minutes (which is hard ... she's so darn cute!), then my friend Trish told me about Super Nanny. I seriously don't watch much television, but good ol' Google pointed me in the right direction. I'm not the only parent who struggles to keep their toddler in bed: &lt;a href="http://www.supernanny.us.com/Advice/-/Parenting-Skills/-/Routine-and-Teamwork/Getting-Toddlers-to-Stay-in-Bed.aspx"&gt;http://www.supernanny.us.com/Advice/-/Parenting-Skills/-/Routine-and-Teamwork/Getting-Toddlers-to-Stay-in-Bed.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge 'thank you' to Trish for sending me help just when I needed it! (Don't you think Trish would be a good mom?  I think so.)  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Now I understand. You see, it happened to us. :) We had a campaign dinner for church at the Holiday Inn Saturday night, with childcare provided at a pediatrician's office nearby. (The husband of the lady who headed up the event is the head of a pediatric group.) We got to the place to drop off Katrina when I noticed only one of her shoes was in the car. Ryan had set the other one on top of the car while buckling Katrina in ... and drove away. :) So Saturday night (in 30 degree weather, while the baby slept in her crib) we walked up and down our road looking for her shoe. We found it! It was on the opposite side of the road, slightly smashed, but still wearable. We spent forty minutes looking for a $9 shoe. (Actually, it was a $4.50 shoe. The pair was $9.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's been working on me and my attitude lately. Friday I was surprised to get an e-mail response from a coworker-friend that was a little strained. I talked with my manager, and he spoke some truth that I was totally oblivious to ... I've been coming across as rude and rather insensitive to two people in a specific department lately. :( I've been pushing a proofreading issue to them and they finally had enough, I guess. The more I thought about it and talked through it (and prayed!), I realized I've been pushing the wrong issue. I thought I was being unappreciated and ignored because of what was happening, and so I kept bringing up a certain problem. The ladies of the department did appreciate the proofreading I was providing to them, but not the way I was presenting it. I e-mailed them both on Friday to apologize and said that I'd like to talk to them more and hopefully find some ways to communicate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol (another coworker) has said all along that it's not what you commuincate, it's HOW you communicate, and she is so right. (I call her our wise office sage.) And I was SO surrounded by it all weekend, too. Sunday Pastor Paul preached about speaking the truth in love. He said all truth is harsh and hurtful, while all love is gushy and not necessarily helpful. It's important to find the right balance of truth and love. Then Sunday during Sunday School a lady apologized for pushing an issue where she thought she was right and that her way had to be the only way; she said she realized later she was wrong for forcing her way. Then Sunday night (I told you I was surrounded!) we were talking in small group about love and respect and one of the people in the group reminded us of a quote from early in the book we read. The quote was from the author's wife, and she said something to her husband like, "You may be right, but at the top of your voice, you are wrong." She was saying that it's HOW he was communicating that was hurting her, not what he was saying. That's where I was wrong, and I was totally blind to it, too. I was upset and frustrated that I was being ignored and unappreciated (as I perceived it), which was not true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a long way to go in terms of interpersonal relationships. I'm so thankful for the friends who love me unconditionally! And honestly, I'm glad for the friends/coworkers/fellow church people who grate my nerves some times and I'm glad for the people whose nerves I grate and they tell me. I'm not perfect, that's for sure, and we all need shaping and molding in personality and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for clarification, I AM NOT PREGNANT.  :)  Yes, I did post below that we are thinking about adding a sibling for Katrina, but not necessarily this very moment. I'll let you know when we're pregnant. We're not now. (It was so embarrassing! On Friday when I went to my boss for advice, I jokingly started the conversation with, "I'm not pregnant." And he said, "Ahh. I was going to ask. I heard a rumor." WHAT?!?! He may have been teasing, but still. I was so embarrassed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better post this before Blogger decides to short curcuit and lose everything I've written. I leave you with this: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/progal/album.jsp?aid=768a5498cf46cc5e5fac"&gt;fall family pictures&lt;/a&gt;. If you live in the Frederick area, give &lt;a href="http://www.sarahburnsphotography.com/"&gt;Sarah Spielvogel&lt;/a&gt; a call. She's great! (Leah, even though you don't quite live in Frederick, I bet she would head down your way. Think of the fun pictures she could take of your boys!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I can't believe it's taken me this long to finally share the news. (Leah, I'm sorry if you heard it from Laura first - I've been meaning to call you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big news is ... Katrina is walking!!  Finally! :)  She basically just stood up and walked one day. Elaine, our regular daycare provider, was closed on Columbus Day, so Laura graciously watched Katrina for us. Laura IMed me about an hour after I dropped off Katrina and said, "You didn't tell me your daughter is walking." I replied, "She didn't tell me she is walking!!" Laura said Katrina sat watching her homeschool Cayden, slid to the edge of the furniture, stood up, and walked over to them. Yay!!!!! I was beginning to think Katrina was going to be the only 5-year old to crawl into kindergarten. Okay, maybe not that drastic, but she was four days shy of being 17-months old when she finally decided to walk. We were getting some pressure from the pediatrician to start her in physical therapy, since she wasn't walkng by 15-months. It's funny, in a way. Since she waited so long to walk, she's really good at it. I mean, she still stumbles every now and then, but she mastered leaning over to pick up things about two days after she started walking. Now she toddles around the house, picks up imaginary pieces of dirt from the floor, and brings them to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also talking a lot more in the last two weeks. I wonder if she was concentrating so hard on walking that talking kind of came in second place. Now that she's walking with ease, she's started saying at least three new words this week alone. She says "shoe-shoe" for both shoes and socks, "okay" even when she doesn't mean it, and the dreaded "no." But she doesn't speak "no" and mean it ... if you ask her if she loves you, she'll say "no" then smile. If she really doesn't want something, she still shakes her head no. And she's nodding now, too! This is such a fun age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pondering another child. Katrina is 17 months old. I have a Mirena IUD, so if I had it removed now, we'd want to wait approximately 3 months before trying to get pregnant again. (Assuming I get pregnant right away, which my doctor assures me I shouldn't have problems getting pregnant. She (my doctor) refers to me as "Fertile Myrtle" since I got pregnant on birth control.) So Katrina would be 29-ish months (2 1/2) when the baby came. Ryan and I have talked about having our kids three (3) years apart, but that seems so far away right now. Of course, I still haven't figured out what I want to do when I grow up (work/stay at home/get ordained/do it all), so adding another child to the equation probably wouldn't be a good idea right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! It's past 10:30 and I have to work tomorrow. Ryan is in Colorado but comes home tomorrow ... I'm so glad!! I want to get into work early (well, earlier than I have been recently) so I can get home and make dinner for when he gets home from the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please pray for our friends &lt;a href="http://www.stalker-no-more.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mark-garrett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;. Leah e-mailed last night to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just heard from Mark's mom that his older cousin, Judy, was killed in a car accident this afternoon.  Her husband was with her and is in critical condition in the hospital.  They were on their way from their home in eastern Colorado to Pueblo where their Grandma, aunts/uncles, and Judy's sister lives.  They have two boys, a 19-year-old who is in Iraq and a 16-year-old at home.  Seems like she was in her mid to late 40s.  Please pray for them and for Rory's recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-115975286162327237?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/115975286162327237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=115975286162327237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115975286162327237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115975286162327237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-marte.html' title='I love my Marte.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-115923900794085836</id><published>2006-09-25T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:50:07.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a sign tonight that made me think of &lt;a href="http://dramagal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erika Upchurch&lt;/a&gt;. It read, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;br /&gt;HIGHS  PEE&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously someone with a rather immature sense of humor was having fun with "Free Highspeed Internet" ... although I did have to read it a few times to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The sign was at a hotel. That's why I thought of Erika.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-115922886515159527?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/115922886515159527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=115922886515159527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115922886515159527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115922886515159527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2006/09/katrina-peed-and-pooped-in-her-potty.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-115915524668264259</id><published>2006-09-24T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:34:06.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Concerns</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I have noticed an interesting habit of Katrina's lately. When it's time for bed, we get her in pajamas, brush her teeth, turn on a CD, and lay her in bed. And she is instantly quiet ... doesn't make a peep. At first we thought, "What a great baby! We are so blessed." Friends would comment on how she goes to sleep so quietly. But now we're noticing that she's almost ... scared. Zombie like. Tonight I walked in her room to replace the trash can (Sunday's trash night at our house) and she was laying in her crib with her eyes open. She used to sit up in bed if she was awake and one of us walked in, but now she just lays there. (Lies there? I never remember the difference.) Ryan commented on it yesterday. He put her down for a nap and she instantly was silent once she was in her bed. We don't know if it's her personality coming out, or if she's overly tired and is exhausted by bedtime. Or if it's something in response to naptime at Elaine's (her daycare provider).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, we've noticed that it sounds like Katrina is saying sh*t. As in, "Oh, sh*t." I know I say "shoot" a lot, so maybe she's repeating that. One thing is for sure, we don't say the other word! I suspect if she is saying the swear word that she's picking it up at the babysitter, but I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are now FOOTBALL days at our house. This is the time that I say we have no social life ... for sixteen weeks we leave immediately after church to get home for the one o'clock kickoff. Here's a fun picture of Katrina and Daddy watching football tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/485/1600/k%20daddy%20watching%20football%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/485/200/k%20daddy%20watching%20football%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, she's wearing dinosour pajamas. Daddy got them for her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she PEED in the potty tonight!!  Yay!!!!!  I didn't take any pictures of that, though. :) We, okay, I, read a great book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Early-Start-Potty-Training-Linda-Sonna/dp/007145800X/sr=8-1/qid=1159154675/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-9376292-7067862?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Early Start Potty Training&lt;/a&gt; by Linda Sonna. It talks a lot about potty training from infancy, which I'm not into, but has a great section on potty training young toddlers (15 - 18 month old), which does interest me. The sooner Katrina is out of diapers, the happier we will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, she's not walking yet. She's close, though! She started standing up on her own more. Hopefully unassisted steps will soon follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, that's about it. It's almost 11:30 p.m.! I need to carry the recycling down to the end of the lane and go to bed! Goodnight. :)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-115886779940215200?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/115886779940215200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=115886779940215200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115886779940215200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115886779940215200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-115774322541054951</id><published>2006-09-08T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:20:25.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M-i-c-k-e-y ....</title><content type='html'>Found a &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/special/promo/genericPromoLanding?id=Q1OfferPage&amp;CMP=BAC-Q12007DomResorts1011"&gt;great deal&lt;/a&gt; for a Disney vacation.  Anybody interested in going?  Maybe if somebody else wants to go, then I can convince Ryan.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-115774322541054951?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/115774322541054951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=115774322541054951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115774322541054951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115774322541054951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2006/09/m-i-c-k-e-y.html' title='M-i-c-k-e-y ....'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-115703487335473000</id><published>2006-08-31T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:34:33.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h3&gt;      Ackerman, Phylicia &lt;!-- ######################### --&gt;  &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;!-- ######################### --&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Phylicia Ackerman -- Bradley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Visitation for Phylicia Karrin Ackerman, 8, of Bradley, will be from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. Thursday at the First Church of the Nazarene, Kankakee, where services will be held at noon Friday. Dr. Edward Heck and Rev. Cindi Schimmelpfennig will officiate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Burial will be in All Saints Cemetery, Bourbonnais. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Phylicia Fund. She died Monday (Aug. 28, 2006) at her home. Kankakee Chapel of the Schreffler Funeral Homes is in charge of arrangements.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;She was born Jan. 21, 1998, in Kankakee, the daughter of Bert Phillip and Teresa Karen O'Brien Ackerman. Phylicia was a student at Bradley East Grade School. For her 8th birthday, she organized the "Give the Kids the World Village" fundraiser through the First Church of the Nazarene, where she was a member. Her favorite movie was "The Wizard of Oz" and her favorite colors were pink, green and purple. She loved American Girl dolls. She enjoyed playing dress-up, swimming, going to Navy Pier, the Chicago White Sox and her Disney princess collection.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Surviving besides her parents of Bradley, are one brother, Zachary Phillip Ackerman at home; aunts, Becky and Rev. Tim Casey of Carol Stream, Joanne O'Brien of Petersburg, Alicia and Brad Lackner of Springfield; uncles, Dr. John and Carol Lisa O'Brien of Griggsville, Dr. Terry and Stacey O'Brien of Petersburg, Chris and Trish O'Brien of Bourbonnais, Dr. Dan and Bethany O'Brien of Peoria; maternal grandmother, Diane O'Brien of Petersburg; maternal great-grandmother, Frances Hinrichs of Oak Park; paternal grandmother, Phyllis Ackerman of Chicago Ridge; and numerous cousins.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Preceding her in death were one brother, Christian Jacob Ackerman; aunt, Debbie Ackerman; maternal grandfather, Dr. Terrance O'Brien; paternal grandfather, Albert Ackerman; paternal great-grandmother, Mabel Martin; and maternal great-grandparents, John and Alice O'Brien.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Phylicia's family would like to thank all the doctors and staff at Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago, Joliet Hospice and the First Church of the Nazarene in Kankakee.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;Please sign her guestbook at schrefflerfuneralhome.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080694-115703487335473000?l=lexerdax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/feeds/115703487335473000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080694&amp;postID=115703487335473000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115703487335473000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080694/posts/default/115703487335473000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexerdax.blogspot.com/2006/08/sadness.html' title='Sadness.'/><author><name>lexerdax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752294013128367858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://xar.us/albums/album09/IMG_4511.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080694.post-115612949621044053</id><published>2006-08-20T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:04:56.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DS Lite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gah.  So I got Ryan the DS for his birthday/anniversary and gave it to  him on ... late Wednesday night (that's when he gave me his anniversary  present to me).  I'm TERRIBLE at waiting to give gifts, and I knew I  couldn't wait a stinking week to give him his b-day gift. Plus I  semi-suspected that he was going to get me a DS for my birthday (he  tends to give me gifts he wants) and I wasn't going to let him ruin  another gift (like the time I got him a PS2 and he got it from Sycamore,  or the time I got him a glass chess set and he got one from friends,  etc. etc.).  I also purchased Brain Age, because I thought we'd both  like it.  Ryan made fun of me for getting excited when the game wished  me a happy birthday today, but I thought it was fun.  Anyway, long story  short, it's nearly 11:00 p.m. and he's awake playing Brain Age!!!  In  fact, he just showed me where he beat me at something and it said, "You  did better than Lexa today!"  What have I done?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid husbands beating me at a brain game.  Er, husband.  I have only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random note, do you all use MySpace?  It's funny, really.  I made a profile awhile back when my April told me she used it, but not much happened ... only a few people 'asked' to be my friend (mostly Apey's sisters and Trish and Marte; and Tom ... who the heck is Tom?!).  But now all the sudden all kinds of people are asking to be my friend!!  Er, well, it's people I know, like from high school and Olivet, but still, it's weird.  Oh, well.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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