<?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-6078629414111818607</id><updated>2011-12-24T09:32:25.807-08:00</updated><category term='Survey'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time ... Life is sweet. (op)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-4938278292346122835</id><published>2011-12-24T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:32:25.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Wes</title><content type='html'>These pictures are from September 2010.  They are classic Wes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4mRHgmyNRU/TvYMSo3MTFI/AAAAAAAABDI/OqkqS5Gh1pk/s1600/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4mRHgmyNRU/TvYMSo3MTFI/AAAAAAAABDI/OqkqS5Gh1pk/s320/DSC04801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689748693575289938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McjT3uyMuAU/TvYMiiTLUfI/AAAAAAAABDU/W6mlyHb78Pw/s1600/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McjT3uyMuAU/TvYMiiTLUfI/AAAAAAAABDU/W6mlyHb78Pw/s320/DSC04802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689748966691525106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-4938278292346122835?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4938278292346122835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=4938278292346122835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4938278292346122835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4938278292346122835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/classic-wes.html' title='Classic Wes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4mRHgmyNRU/TvYMSo3MTFI/AAAAAAAABDI/OqkqS5Gh1pk/s72-c/DSC04801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-6540246453589472996</id><published>2011-12-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:52:48.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back temporarily</title><content type='html'>Wes is back temporarily.  They are done recording music for the album.  He played guitar.  Here is a link to their songs &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/artist_songs/2175584"&gt;http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/artist_songs/2175584&lt;/a&gt; He will be home for a little while.  He will return soon to Iowa so they can practice for a New Year's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came home tonight he surprised the girls.  He wanted to surprise me but I found out a hour and half before he got here because I called to tell him about a holiday concert the girls and I were going to go to.  He told me he was on his way home so I decided to skip the holiday concert even though it was going to be at the beautiful MO Theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-6540246453589472996?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6540246453589472996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=6540246453589472996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6540246453589472996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6540246453589472996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-temporarily.html' title='Back temporarily'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-569885505685067638</id><published>2011-12-09T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:56:09.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>For my birthday this year the girls wanted to buy me some presents but Wes was out of town.  Last Friday (day before my birthday) I had a meeting and my mom watched the girls.  I asked my mom to take them shopping.  Anna and Rebekah planned to get me chocolate with their money.  My mom helped them get more.  When I came back from my meeting they surprised me by jumping out from behind the chairs.  They had made a cake with my mom's help. They bought me flowers, chocolate, and a gingerbread house kit.  Apparently, my mom wanted to get me roses but Anna insisted on Gerber daisies.  I love daisies more than roses.  Anna and I had been talking about making a gingerbread house this month.  Friday night we went downtown to the living windows display.  It was fun to see the different shops put on mini Christmas plays in their store windows.  The girls loved touring Poppy and the Candy Factory.  The girls love to make things and love art so they were in heaven inside Poppy.  We will go back to Poppy sometime when it is not so crowded.  At the Candy Factory they were fascinated by the amount of candy.  They each got some Harry Potter jelly beans.  One of the banks had Santa so we stopped to take pictures.  There were college students in front of us in line.  One of them had their stuffed Garfield sit on Santa's lap and took pictures.  We finished Friday night with carriage ride.  On Saturday I took the girls to MU Faculty and Students Holiday Brass concert at the MO United Methodist church.  The church building is old and gorgeous.  We met some friends there.  Anna sat with them and loved, loved the concert.  I sat with Rebekah the first half trying to convince her to sit in the pews.  She did not feel very good and wanted to go home.  The second half we spent in the hallway listening to the music while Rebekah looked through a basket of kids books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the three flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vwkwDZgxs4/TuIvbsUSoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/miT6SeFDVYE/s1600/DSC06430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vwkwDZgxs4/TuIvbsUSoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/miT6SeFDVYE/s320/DSC06430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684157832494227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackers Living Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUBZ0C2a0yE/TuIq9V4zo9I/AAAAAAAABBM/7nYe1Hs2IXQ/s1600/DSC06365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUBZ0C2a0yE/TuIq9V4zo9I/AAAAAAAABBM/7nYe1Hs2IXQ/s320/DSC06365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684152913030783954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppy's Living Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHS8WB1oIj4/TuIrZ0GSl3I/AAAAAAAABBY/-0Qisv30Bfo/s1600/DSC06369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHS8WB1oIj4/TuIrZ0GSl3I/AAAAAAAABBY/-0Qisv30Bfo/s320/DSC06369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684153402176739186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah was fascinated by this person's instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QJbkqmAmXA/TuIsK-B_--I/AAAAAAAABBk/O6lpRpdc1KE/s1600/DSC06371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QJbkqmAmXA/TuIsK-B_--I/AAAAAAAABBk/O6lpRpdc1KE/s320/DSC06371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684154246656687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Living Window &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv29kSrSZis/TuIsmxD2MlI/AAAAAAAABBw/nGArgdNLBAE/s1600/DSC06376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv29kSrSZis/TuIsmxD2MlI/AAAAAAAABBw/nGArgdNLBAE/s320/DSC06376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684154724211110482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSNOii5-y1k/TuIs5cd7NJI/AAAAAAAABB8/LLxMy8kAs3k/s1600/DSC06378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSNOii5-y1k/TuIs5cd7NJI/AAAAAAAABB8/LLxMy8kAs3k/s320/DSC06378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155045100860562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgNOu7YZvA4/TuItN6XI8nI/AAAAAAAABCI/lxY23k3FC54/s1600/DSC06382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgNOu7YZvA4/TuItN6XI8nI/AAAAAAAABCI/lxY23k3FC54/s320/DSC06382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155396722848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2MiEdM8nA8/TuIts7HIm3I/AAAAAAAABCU/YaUpEc_iH-E/s1600/DSC06383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2MiEdM8nA8/TuIts7HIm3I/AAAAAAAABCU/YaUpEc_iH-E/s320/DSC06383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155929500097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcqrrTzN6A/TuIuP3NZVlI/AAAAAAAABCg/DEQAOocPrLI/s1600/DSC06401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcqrrTzN6A/TuIuP3NZVlI/AAAAAAAABCg/DEQAOocPrLI/s320/DSC06401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684156529748039250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAEHdyrFXYg/TuIu_P7KGoI/AAAAAAAABCs/BEt2SRkfksc/s1600/DSC06410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAEHdyrFXYg/TuIu_P7KGoI/AAAAAAAABCs/BEt2SRkfksc/s320/DSC06410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684157343836281474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-569885505685067638?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/569885505685067638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=569885505685067638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/569885505685067638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/569885505685067638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vwkwDZgxs4/TuIvbsUSoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/miT6SeFDVYE/s72-c/DSC06430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-2056117458172695439</id><published>2011-12-09T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:08:56.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater</title><content type='html'>The task ahead of you is never as great as the power within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize the great and wonderful things that you can accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for who you are and for the circumstances you have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with a smile on your face so you will find joy and happiness each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-2056117458172695439?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2056117458172695439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=2056117458172695439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/2056117458172695439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/2056117458172695439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/greater.html' title='Greater'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-9173555339389108421</id><published>2011-11-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:46:41.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes gone again</title><content type='html'>Wes got a phone call on November 15 that his brother needed him to come to Iowa to record music.  Apparently, Wes is the best slide guitarist that his brother can find.  He left a few hours later.  He needed to leave immediately so they could practice the songs.  It is good thing I have become patient with Wes' last minute spontaneity.  :)  They recorded 5 songs at a studio in Omaha, NE on November 19.  Their next studio time is December 10 (I will let you do the math on how far that is away).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time in our lives we cannot afford for him to travel back and forth from Iowa so he stayed there for Thanksgiving.  Also, the girls and I stayed in Columbia for Thanksgiving since it would be too expensive for us to go to Iowa.   Our suburban is too expensive.  We celebrated Thanksgiving with my family the Sunday before Thanksgiving at my parents house.  For Thanksgiving day my parents invited us to join them at Golden Corral.  We had never gone to Golden Corral for Thanksgiving.  It was actually only the third time in 9 years that I had even eaten there.  I was amazed at how many people were there.  Their parking lot was full so we had to park in a lot across the field.  We waited for 30 minutes in a line that went out the door and two rows back in the parking lot.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably not see Wes until around Christmas.  Rebekah told me last night she missed Wes really, really, really, really, really, really, really a lot.  She said she wanted a daddy hug and kiss.  Break my heart.  This summer our dog Rosie (Weimaraner) stayed with Wes but this time she has stayed with us.  Almost two weeks later Rosie is still looking for Wes.  Anna misses Wes but understands why he needs to be gone.  She also has had a hard time with Wes depression over the last few years.  She wants him to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and hope that Wes and Scott (friend in Columbia) can find a drummer and bassist for their band.  It is fun for Wes to play with his brother but Wes needs his own band.  They need people who are committed to playing. I hope Wes and Scott can find venues in our area.  It would be very nice if he could get paid to do what he loves.  It is fun for Wes to play with his brother but it is not good long term.  Iowa is not a good place for Wes long term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-9173555339389108421?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9173555339389108421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=9173555339389108421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/9173555339389108421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/9173555339389108421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/wes-gone-again.html' title='Wes gone again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-3669394647431102597</id><published>2011-11-27T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:42:33.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes and summer playing</title><content type='html'>This summer Wes spent 9 weeks in Iowa minus one week we went on vacation together.  He spent the time in Iowa and Nebraska playing guitar and singing with his brother's band.  We went up to Iowa for fourth of July and the girls and I went back home on the 5th.  Mid-August the girls and I met him in St Joe so we could go down to Ridgedale for a vacation.  He briefly returned to Columbia after our vacation to help a friend with their air conditioner.  Then he left again until the beginning of September.  He had a great time playing music.  He returned to Columbia because he missed us and being in Iowa comes with a price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I missed him lots.  All Wes wants to do is play music so I was okay with him being gone.  It was hard to have him gone.  At the same time it was easy because Wes has been miserable for so long.  He has been trying to create his own band in Columbia but cannot seem to find a drummer.  They do not want a drummer who can just keep a beat but they want someone who can do artistic drum techniques.  Wes can play the drums really well but he does not want to play them.  He would rather play the guitar.  It was nice for him to play with his brother's band but it is not his band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-3669394647431102597?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3669394647431102597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=3669394647431102597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3669394647431102597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3669394647431102597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/wes-and-summer-playing.html' title='Wes and summer playing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5105546130428170012</id><published>2011-11-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:12:47.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 8 months since I blogged.</title><content type='html'>It has been 8 months (almost 9 months) since I blogged.  Our lives have been super busy.  Back to March Anna got cast in the Wizard of Oz play that performed in MU's Jesse Hall.  She was a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s67lvlViYAk/Ts8AtnSTUAI/AAAAAAAAA-8/21SCJ-xalqc/s1600/DSC05271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s67lvlViYAk/Ts8AtnSTUAI/AAAAAAAAA-8/21SCJ-xalqc/s320/DSC05271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678758438777344002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSi9Sa5bh-o/Ts8BRJ4KVXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/dx1kH4NerPw/s1600/DSC05297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSi9Sa5bh-o/Ts8BRJ4KVXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/dx1kH4NerPw/s320/DSC05297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678759049358366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Anna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend a lot of time at Bass Pro.  Between their great kid activities and the fact that Wes fishes a lot.  I could spend an entire post on Wes' fishing pics LOL!  For now here are some pics of Bass Pro in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yq-Gu8XI2NM/Ts8CNfgV7mI/AAAAAAAAA_U/l6sGIwjdQiE/s1600/DSC05303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yq-Gu8XI2NM/Ts8CNfgV7mI/AAAAAAAAA_U/l6sGIwjdQiE/s320/DSC05303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678760085956193890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmOaY-CamP8/Ts8Cz9t7tCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/_vlxfJMzOYs/s1600/DSC05313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmOaY-CamP8/Ts8Cz9t7tCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/_vlxfJMzOYs/s320/DSC05313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678760746901287970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April we dyed eggs at Scott's house with Grace and Shelley.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt7dveWs2CM/Ts8EjsoMXgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hXmsZSfuGdU/s1600/DSC05332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt7dveWs2CM/Ts8EjsoMXgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hXmsZSfuGdU/s320/DSC05332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678762666459160066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Anna &amp; Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-MGHVxNhak/Ts8E1tvCfDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QNuFDmoUZqI/s1600/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-MGHVxNhak/Ts8E1tvCfDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QNuFDmoUZqI/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678762975993953330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, Anna, Rebekah, and Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZasnVLElxo/Ts8FN9YYUqI/AAAAAAAABAE/Pge10sDqHN8/s1600/DSC05346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZasnVLElxo/Ts8FN9YYUqI/AAAAAAAABAE/Pge10sDqHN8/s320/DSC05346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678763392510743202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the eggs they dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had a plastic Easter egg hunt with Grace and Kylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzcQD97CagU/Ts8F6Gtc3lI/AAAAAAAABAQ/1cPudAnbENM/s1600/DSC05350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzcQD97CagU/Ts8F6Gtc3lI/AAAAAAAABAQ/1cPudAnbENM/s320/DSC05350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678764150929284690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86r4z9Nziuo/Ts8Gu6XkJ-I/AAAAAAAABAc/KXhPqg6VDjA/s1600/DSC05352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86r4z9Nziuo/Ts8Gu6XkJ-I/AAAAAAAABAc/KXhPqg6VDjA/s320/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678765058149328866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlH1EdF2TnE/Ts8HCdiny-I/AAAAAAAABAo/XBfqoXkdymI/s1600/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlH1EdF2TnE/Ts8HCdiny-I/AAAAAAAABAo/XBfqoXkdymI/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678765394008460258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnVv1CAaRCg/Ts8HTX5oq6I/AAAAAAAABA0/dB1vwOA_O8o/s1600/DSC05363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnVv1CAaRCg/Ts8HTX5oq6I/AAAAAAAABA0/dB1vwOA_O8o/s320/DSC05363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678765684552149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vKu4Noz8jtU/Ts8Himz9CPI/AAAAAAAABBA/RsC-MYPoGhM/s1600/DSC05365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vKu4Noz8jtU/Ts8Himz9CPI/AAAAAAAABBA/RsC-MYPoGhM/s320/DSC05365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678765946252888306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-5105546130428170012?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5105546130428170012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=5105546130428170012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5105546130428170012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5105546130428170012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-8-months-since-i-blogged.html' title='It&apos;s been 8 months since I blogged.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s67lvlViYAk/Ts8AtnSTUAI/AAAAAAAAA-8/21SCJ-xalqc/s72-c/DSC05271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-1695435308048024523</id><published>2011-03-03T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:58:09.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a boy</title><content type='html'>The baby we lost at the end of January was tested for chromosomal and genetic defects.  They found NO defects.  We also found out it was a boy.  Oh boy was Wes bummed.  There is too much estrogen at our house (even the dog is a girl).  LOLLLLLLLLL!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still no answers for why I keep loosing babies.  I have an appointment to go see a fetal and and maternal specialist later this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-1695435308048024523?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1695435308048024523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=1695435308048024523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1695435308048024523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1695435308048024523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-boy.html' title='It was a boy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-289131106806041304</id><published>2011-02-28T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:44:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things and activities</title><content type='html'>I have been fascinated for years about simplifying my life.  One of my favorite books is by Elaine St James called Simplify your life.  Some of her ideas are a little extreme for me but many of them I have done and it has helped so much.  I have given away or thrown away a lot!!!  Plus not allowed some things to come into my house.  A few months ago I read on the web about reducing down to 100 things.  There were tons of sites about 100 things.  I do not know if I could go down to 100 things but I started making a list of 100 things that are important to me.  Some of the websites that I read discussed separating things that are shared by others into a separate 100 list from the 100 personal things.  I now have an Excel spreadsheet with the things categorized by personal (me only), shared, Wes only, and Anna only.  I was talking to Anna about the 100 things the other day and asked her what 100 things she would want to keep or have.  Very interesting conversation.  She brought up things I forgot about.  She is my outdoorsy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I started thinking about 100 activities.  Our lives are so busy.  What 100 activities are important to me?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lists of things and activities are good to consider at this time when I am re-working our budget and thinking about what we want to spend our money and time on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-289131106806041304?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/289131106806041304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=289131106806041304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/289131106806041304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/289131106806041304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/100-things-and-activities.html' title='100 things and activities'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-6278559198466851790</id><published>2011-02-06T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:11:43.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna</title><content type='html'>LOL.  Those who know me well know that this song by Billy Joel fits me very well.  I am not a big fan of Billy Joel but the song's lyrics make me laugh.  Slow down you crazy child.  :) When will I realize.  Maybe now or soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsEBGhbSKVc"&gt;Vienna by Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;br /&gt;You're so ambitious for a juvenile&lt;br /&gt;But then if you're so smart tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Are you still so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?&lt;br /&gt;You better cool it off before you burn it out&lt;br /&gt;You got so much to do and only&lt;br /&gt;So many hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;You can't be everything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Before your time&lt;br /&gt;Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad but it's the life you lead&lt;br /&gt;You're so ahead of yourself&lt;br /&gt;That you forgot what you need&lt;br /&gt;Though you can see when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't always see when you're right(you're right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your passion you got your pride&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize&lt;br /&gt;Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;br /&gt;Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while&lt;br /&gt;It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...&lt;br /&gt;Vienna waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-6278559198466851790?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6278559198466851790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=6278559198466851790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6278559198466851790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6278559198466851790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/vienna.html' title='Vienna'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-6046169635623301548</id><published>2011-02-06T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:14:02.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landslide</title><content type='html'>This is me rambling so do not critique it for grammar or logical order.  This past Monday I had the D&amp;C.  I was extremely nervous to be put under.  The nights before the surgery I had a hard time sleeping.  I cried and cried.  The stress of not knowing how the surgery would go was making me stressed out.  I almost walked out of the hospital the day of the surgery until a nurse told me that of the three miscarriages she had had - two of them by D&amp;C and one at home.  She said the one at home was the worst.  She said the bleeding and cramping was worse and having to fish the baby out of the toilet was horrible.  I saw her as an angel from Heavenly Father.  Being put under went good.  Now almost a week later I am glad I had the D&amp;C.  The medicine they gave me took away my abdominal pain but by the second day my head was throbbing and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears plus it sounded like I was in a tunnel.  I stopped taking the medicine they gave me.  After about two days of no medicine I took an aspirin, tylenol, and motrin.  I have to be careful taking tylenol and motrin.  I cannot sleep (I get hyper) if I take too much tylenol and I get depressed when I take too much motrin.  I hate medicine and only take it if I have to.  The last few days the cramping has been increasing.  I hope that it goes away soon.  Until yesterday I had not been upset about the situation since Monday.   I just want the bleeding and cramping to stop so I can move on so to speak.  At least physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick during the first trimester of this pregnancy and the first trimester of the one last year.  For some women my level of sickness would have been light for them but for me it was strong and more than I could bare at times with work, two kids and a husband with neck and back pain.  Wes and the girls were great with helping me during the morning (all day) sickness and after the surgery.  Wes made sure I had what I needed and kept me fed.  The girls have been great with keeping things picked up, laundry, and getting me what I need.  Some things are not getting done.  I am trying very hard to realize that those things will be done when I am better.  But that is still hard because I have put some of them off for three months and I feel I am loosing my mind with each day that passes by and feeling like I will never catch.  The positive side of me says that those feelings are not true and things will work out.  I hope to take a week of vacation time in about a week.  I hope I am feeling better by then so I can get some things around the house done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good and dark sides to life experiences.  Shortly, after I became pregnant Wes told me that he wanted to go to Florida to have a special surgery done on his neck.  I thought wow how on earth am I going to go to Florida pregnant with two kids in tow or post c-section with three kids.  Along with not feeling up to doing the research during my first trimester on the procedure in Florida.  I have known for months that Wes' pain has become worse and more important his ability to deal with it had gone downhill.  I thought maybe I would feel up to doing literature research on the procedure during my second trimester and hopefully I could get Wes to put off surgery until summer 2012.  It has been a few years since I have done literature research on cervical spine or lumbar spine.  After I found out I lost the baby and before the surgery I was thinking about things to look forward to.  This is maybe terrible to say but it was/is one of my coping techniques.  One of the things that popped in my head and it was as clear as bright light was Wes' surgery.  Whether the surgery will happen is not yet known but at least I will have the freedom to do the research, coordinate the tests that need to be ran and the possible surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question do I think I will try again.  That is an answer that time will tell.  Factors that will influence me.  I am 36.  My girls very, very much want a baby sibling.  Emotionally Wes did not do well with this loss.  I have had two c-sections.  The doctors so far do not know what has caused the miscarriage at 12 weeks and the fetal demise at 20 weeks.  Wes wants another baby.  My sister is getting married in December.  Possible surgery for Wes.  For now I need a break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father has shown me that old friends appear again to help and new ones help.  Just when I think that I will need to go through a trial alone he shows me I am not alone.  I am grateful for the comments, the e-mails, the phone calls, the meals, the flowers, the chocolate, the prayers, watching my girls or should I say giving my girls a break from their mom (LOL), our names add to the Temple prayer lists, the fasting, etc.  Kind of like in Horton hears a Who I feel like just a speck.  Thank you for the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Wes, Anna, Rebekah and me in your prayers as we venture into the next chapter of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-6046169635623301548?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6046169635623301548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=6046169635623301548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6046169635623301548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6046169635623301548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/landslide.html' title='Landslide'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5418983676053347782</id><published>2011-01-30T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:52:38.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonogram and Monday</title><content type='html'>I had a sonogram on Friday to make double sure the baby was dead.  I had to have a full bladder for this test.  This test was done at the hospital and they looked at every angle of the baby.  I have not heard from the doctor on the final results but the ultrasound tech said all she saw was that the baby's belly was swollen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so surreal.  I do not feel morning sickness any more and have occasional cramping but no bleeding or discharge.  I have to report to the hospital on Monday at 7 am.  The hospital staff person I talked to the other day estimates I should be able to leave the hospital by 2 pm on Monday.  What I am most nervous about is the anesthesia.  It makes me nervous to be put under.  The last few days I have been an emotional wreck about it and today I am slowly getting to the point of psyching myself up to the fact that it has to be done, I will get through it and life will move on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes has been so wonderful throughout this whole pregnancy (just like he was for the other ones).  When I had morning sickness or having horrible cravings he went and got me whatever I needed.  When I needed time away from the kids he helped me with them.  He has been a listening ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-5418983676053347782?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5418983676053347782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=5418983676053347782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5418983676053347782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5418983676053347782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonogram-and-monday.html' title='Sonogram and Monday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5563102596858761463</id><published>2011-01-27T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:16:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction</title><content type='html'>Nothing like having 4 extra little girls over for play date to distract me.  The play date was already planned so I figured since I have no signs that I have lost the baby (other than the no heartbeat) and the doctor will not do anything until Monday then why not have a play date.  After I recover in the next few weeks I will be even more done with winter and ready for spring and outdoors.  I am tired of winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-5563102596858761463?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5563102596858761463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=5563102596858761463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5563102596858761463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5563102596858761463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/distraction.html' title='Distraction'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-7708827155830044984</id><published>2011-01-26T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:20:41.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away</title><content type='html'>I wish I could get on plane and fly but that is not possible and this too shall pass.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CreedVEVO#p/a/u/2/As8gVOUzLCc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/CreedVEVO#p/a/u/2/As8gVOUzLCc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-7708827155830044984?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7708827155830044984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=7708827155830044984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7708827155830044984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7708827155830044984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/fly-away.html' title='Fly away'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-992452893950923988</id><published>2011-01-26T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:25:57.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No heartbeat</title><content type='html'>We went in today for a ultrasound.  There was no heartbeat.  I just had an ultrasound last week and there was a heart beat and the baby was waving.  Friday they are going to do an sonagram to make double sure.  Tentatively I have a D&amp;C scheduled for Monday.  They have ran so many tests on me in the last year with no answers.  Life sucks right now.  My girls want a baby.  I just do not know any more if it is safe for me to have a baby.  Wes is sad.  Wes went inactive (church) back in July and I am so much falling apart. Plus seems like everything in our house or our tenants house or our vehicles are falling apart.  I hate life right now. I have many things to be grateful for but right now I just feel like falling apart to cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-992452893950923988?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/992452893950923988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=992452893950923988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/992452893950923988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/992452893950923988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-heartbeat.html' title='No heartbeat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-6726617570658876600</id><published>2011-01-24T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:09:17.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice</title><content type='html'>For morning snack I made blue rice and added cinnamon and sugar.  For dinner I dyed the rice pink for our turkey and veggie meal.  The girls loved it.  I have not made rice in months.  It was fun to do something different with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-6726617570658876600?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6726617570658876600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=6726617570658876600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6726617570658876600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6726617570658876600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/rice.html' title='Rice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-868842464766646139</id><published>2011-01-24T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:10:02.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>"Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it's stupid." -- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-868842464766646139?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/868842464766646139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=868842464766646139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/868842464766646139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/868842464766646139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-8465965078997312170</id><published>2011-01-23T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:56:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>I am 11 weeks pregnant.  My due date is August 10.  Please keep me and the baby in your prayers.  I am making the prayer request for my girls.  They very much want a baby sibling.  Since I lost a baby last year at 20 weeks I am more likely to miscarry or have a another fetal demise.  My doctor has me on baby aspirin and several supplements to reduce the risks.  I will have more ultrasounds than usual.  This pregnancy has been more rough than the others for pregnancy symptoms.  Morning sickness has been stronger and last all day.  I have been able to control it better more recently by constantly keeping something in my stomach.  I have been exhausted.  I am now sleeping 9 to 10 hours at night which highly, highly unusual for me.  Before getting pregnant I was averaging 7 hours.  Hormones have been more out of whack - happy one moment, crying the next.  Unlike last year I am not nervous about the baby.  Last year I had a sense that something was wrong from the beginning.  This time it is just annoying pregnancy symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-8465965078997312170?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8465965078997312170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=8465965078997312170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/8465965078997312170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/8465965078997312170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-3331810804138079399</id><published>2011-01-23T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:41:24.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdough</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made homemade playdough.  It has been a while since I have made playdough.  I got inspired by this page &lt;a href="http://brownpaper--packages.blogspot.com/2011/01/playdough-party-with-this-little.html"&gt;Playdough Party&lt;/a&gt;.  The girls had fun.  I might make some more soon for a playdate they have this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-3331810804138079399?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3331810804138079399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=3331810804138079399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3331810804138079399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3331810804138079399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/playdough.html' title='Playdough'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5252273277779043501</id><published>2011-01-16T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:09:40.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage, strength, humor</title><content type='html'>Don't wish me happiness&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect to be happy all the time ...&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten beyond that somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;I will need them all.&lt;br /&gt;-- Anne Morrow Lindbergh (wife of Charles Lindbergh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-5252273277779043501?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5252273277779043501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=5252273277779043501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5252273277779043501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5252273277779043501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage-strength-humor.html' title='Courage, strength, humor'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-3464521765950759062</id><published>2011-01-08T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:56:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TSkVdVAZapI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZtWsQjNfWGE/s1600/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TSkVdVAZapI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZtWsQjNfWGE/s320/DSC04795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559998808564787858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these three very much and it is at one of my favorite places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-3464521765950759062?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3464521765950759062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=3464521765950759062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3464521765950759062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3464521765950759062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-loves.html' title='My loves'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TSkVdVAZapI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZtWsQjNfWGE/s72-c/DSC04795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-3609897763776961458</id><published>2010-12-14T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:21:01.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why TJEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13657865"&gt;Why Thomas Jefferson Education?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tjed.org/resources/"&gt;Thomas Jefferson Education Resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-3609897763776961458?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3609897763776961458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=3609897763776961458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3609897763776961458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3609897763776961458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-tjed.html' title='Why TJEd'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-7032201214560161044</id><published>2010-11-19T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:12:38.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milky Way Pie</title><content type='html'>This is my mom's recipe.  She has made it since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 squares cooled melted Baker's unsweetened chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups thawed cool whip&lt;br /&gt;1 pie crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream 1/2 cup butter with 3/4 cup sugar. Stir in 2 squares cooled melted Baker's unsweetened chocolate. Add 2 eggs, one at a time, beating each egg 5 minutes at high speed. Fold in 2 cups thawed cool whip. Pour into a cooled 9 inch pie shell. Chill until firm - about 2 hours (can be frozen).  Disclaimer: these are raw eggs so be careful what eggs you use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-7032201214560161044?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7032201214560161044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=7032201214560161044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7032201214560161044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7032201214560161044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/11/milky-way-pie.html' title='Milky Way Pie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-883196171140453007</id><published>2010-08-03T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:15:26.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 T's</title><content type='html'>Tears, Trials, Trust, Testimony.  I have seen the power of this in my life.  Thomas S. Monson said, "...faith forged in the furnace of trials and tears is marked by trust and testimony." Thomas S. Monson, “Tears, Trials, Trust, Testimony,” Ensign, May 1987, 42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-883196171140453007?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/883196171140453007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=883196171140453007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/883196171140453007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/883196171140453007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-ts.html' title='4 T&apos;s'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-7584187831053251994</id><published>2010-07-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:19:15.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music site for kids</title><content type='html'>I found a music site for kids.  &lt;a href="http://www.sfskids.org/templates/home.asp?pageid=1"&gt;http://www.sfskids.org/templates/home.asp?pageid=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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kids'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5640260452946342280</id><published>2010-05-06T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:54:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>NieNie's video on Motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-5640260452946342280?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-1460341130218959946</id><published>2010-05-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:35:14.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>Most days I am strong person.  Most of the time I am problem solver.  Tonight I cannot stop crying.  Really I have been crying inside for few days now or maybe I could say off and on for years.  Right now I feel at such a loss.  Please forgive me as I try to sort my feelings of how hard it is to live with a husband who is constantly in pain.  The level of intensity varies.  It is so hard to see someone in so much pain they can barely walk at times or see them barely get any sleep or sometimes none at all.  I just want to fall apart right now and run away from life.  The hardest times always come when I am super busy.  It is also hard when he contempt plates suicide. Why? Why?  I cannot imagine my life without him yet I can understand why he would want to kill himself.  The doctors do not know what to do for him.  They can try more physical therapy and injections.  We have been down that road before and now are going down it again.  He is too young for surgery.  He just wants to work.  He trained in a profession he can no longer do.  He has tried other things but continues to hit road blocks.  He feels so lost.  This is one problem I cannot solve.  I love him.  I am exhausted from seeing him in so much pain.  Some days are good and days are beyond bad.  I just want to cry and cry.  Sorry for the pity party but life is pretty crappy sometimes.  No one can make this all better.  I just wanted to vent.  Life is not always as lovely as I make it out to be.  Overall my life is good and I love my life most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-1460341130218959946?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1460341130218959946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=1460341130218959946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1460341130218959946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1460341130218959946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-4883566706010513003</id><published>2010-05-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:04:51.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I?</title><content type='html'>After I delivered Adaline Lorraine.  Many people asked me how I was doing.  I am grateful for their concern.  The only thing that brought tears to my eyes when talking to others was when I talked about Rebekah's reaction.  For weeks we could not go any where near downtown without Bekah seeing the hospital or a building that reminded her of it without her begging me to get Adaline.  She would say, "Go to the doctor's office and get baby Adaline. We will make her all white."  Note Adaline's skin was a dark red.  I just kept telling her that she is living with Heavenly Father and Jesus.  She would say, "No, no, we need to go get her."  The first night I was home Bekah said, "I wanted to teach her how to go potty and say yeah good job."  That made me cry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shed some tears at times not linked to Bekah's pleadings.  Some days I wondered if people thought I would loose it more emotionally than I did.  I grateful I had the support especially if I would have lost it more.  It was comforting to know that I had others that I can turn to if I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are many reasons why I was able to handle the situation so well.  One is I just knew from the beginning and second eternal families.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of my pregnancies were planned.  When I was pregnant with Anna and Rebekah I was thrilled.  I would tap my fingers together and say excitedly we are having a baby.  With Adaline Lorraine I was very worried from the beginning.  I knew something was wrong.  I went to my first appointment and told my doctor I was concerned.  Since I am 35 and concerned she automatically listed me as high risk.  I was worried about down syndrome or other genetic problems (Neither Wes nor I have genetic history for such problems).  I remember her verbally listing several risk factors because I was 35.  Ironically, the only one I could remember from the list when I went home to tell Wes what she had said and the only one I could remember even up to the day I went into the hospital was still born.  I think, no, I know the Spirit was preparing me for what was to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tech told me there was no heartbeat I felt a huge relief.  Yes, I am sad I will not have a baby to hold at the end of the summer but the anxiety was so strong while I was pregnant that to loose it was a relief.  Maybe to some that seems odd.  I knew that loosing the baby was a trial that Heavenly Father wanted me to experience.  My mother had three first trimester miscarriages between me and my sister so I always knew the chance of miscarriage since I was little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second reason has to do with eternal families.  During the seven years I waited for Wes to become active again in the Church we had two beautiful girls and no miscarriages.  I wanted so badly for Wes to get his act together.  I was fearful of loosing him or one of the children and not being sealed.  Deep down inside I knew everything would turn out okay.  My patriarchal blessing said I would be sealed.  Wes' patriarchal blessing said the same thing.  There were times when Wes sank so low that I questioned if he was the one.  When Wes' word of wisdom issues became beyond what I could handle I threatened divorce.  Actually I did not threaten divorce I promised I would divorce him if he did not quit.  He quit.  The best year of our marriage and one of the best years of my life was after he quit and life continues to be good.  We have our trials but we are stronger as a couple.  One of his dear friends was right he is a spiritual giant.  Even while he was not active and doing things against the word of wisdom he kept encouraging me to do what was right.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August after seven years of marriage I was sealed to Wesley, Anna and Rebekah for time and all eternity in the Nauvoo Temple.  At the time that we were sealed I knew that in the future Heavenly Father would provide for me an experience(s) that would show me why I should grateful we were sealed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my previous post I will insert this story where I was done looking for something to watch on TV.  I was sitting waiting for Wes to bring me my laptop because I was bored.  I started thinking why am I here sitting in a hospital room when I am in no pain and feel just fine.  I knew why was there but it seemed so surreal.  As I was pondering this it came to me you were sealed.  The tears came.  Heavenly Father did not end any of my previous pregnancies.  At this point it was still up in the air if the baby would be termed as a stillborn which would have included a birth certificate.  I was grateful for the Lord's timing because if it was stillborn and we would not have been sealed yet the baby might have had to have a proxy.  The Lord's timing is perfect.  Another thing that helped me and the girls is we can see Adaline again when we go to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-4883566706010513003?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4883566706010513003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=4883566706010513003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4883566706010513003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4883566706010513003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-am-i.html' title='How am I?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-4105845898365891194</id><published>2010-04-14T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:31:08.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adaline Lorraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdoGV_tgVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/EhESG1OjuVY/s1600/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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We had decided if it were a girl we wanted to name it Adaline &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lorraine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Adaline was my great, great aunt’s name and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Lorraine&lt;/st1:state&gt; is a province in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and historically sometimes in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that is called Alsace Lorraine where Wes’ ancestors come from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For weeks Bekah called it “baby Adaline” and she was constantly asking about her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We would on varies occasions still ask her what if it was a brother and she would persistently say no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days before the ultrasound she would say “my baby sister Adaline is in mommy’s tummy and my baby brother is alive.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a strange phrase that I kept wondering about and now gives me chills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few minutes of looking at the baby on the ultrasound screen the tech asked Wes to take the girls out in the hall so she could talk to me alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew before she told me what she was going to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It confirmed all of the thoughts and feelings I had since the pregnancy began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tech said your baby has no heartbeat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The baby’s abdomen and skull/brain were full of fluid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her to bring Wes back in and the girls would fine to come back in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told Wes three times that the baby had no heartbeat before it sunk in, mostly because I told him as the girls and him came in the room and the room was noisy from the girls coming in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anna was devastated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rebekah went to the other side of the room, sat down and pouted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It killed me emotionally to see her like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called my mom to come pick the girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. W arrived a little while later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me the options for how we were going to deliver the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said with much concern that I must go right away to the hospital and be admitted to Labor and Delivery because I was at high risk for DIC (bleed to death internally or with one cut).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said I would have another ultrasound done to determine the size of the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The size would determine if I could have it naturally or c-section.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have had two previous c-sections so high levels of inducement drugs were out of the question because I could risk uterus rupture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the hospital we sat for over two hours before they took me to have another ultrasound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The baby measured at 16 weeks, 4 days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not possible that the baby died at that time because I had had a doctor appointment with us hearing the heartbeat at 17 weeks 2 days. At this point I was 20 weeks 3 days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they were not exactly sure of the date of the death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked the tech if she has seen lots of babies lost in the second trimester and she said no but these are the ultrasounds you do not forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They let me have dinner then after the food settled they gave me the first dose of drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After they brought me dinner I sent Wes home to get some things including my laptop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so bored sitting there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had been four hours since I was admitted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While Wes was gone I tried to find something on TV and was reminded why I rarely watch TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. T. (not my regular doc, but doc on call) came in while Wes was gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stated all that Dr. W (regular doc) had debriefed him on my situation and said that it appeared the baby might have developed an infection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bloated stomach and fluid around the brain indicated the likelihood that it had died of an infection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me this made since because one and half weeks earlier I had suddenly become very ill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About two hours after I ate they gave me the inducement drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gave me low doses and far apart because of previous c-sections.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not sleep and I was in no pain for most of the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I could not sleep I stayed up and worked on my laptop and talked to Wes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Early in the morning I started feeling the contractions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse encouraged me to start morphine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It helped me calm down enough to sleep or at least for an hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An hour after starting the morphine I had a reaction to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My stomach and back felt like someone had punched me really hard (not that I have been punched before but I could imagine) and it felt like my stomach or some organ near there was swelling and contracting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pain it cause was worse than the contractions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted off of it immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I would rather deal with the contractions without medicine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The contractions were nothing compared to the pain caused by the morphine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. P, the next doctor on call, came in, introduced herself and explained that I was not progressing fast enough so she wanted to increase the frequency of the inducement drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also said if I did not continue progress I would need a c-section. After she left I lost it emotionally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could handle loosing the baby but a c-section on top of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was hysterically upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse reassured me that the c-section was the last option.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be one thing to have a c-section and go through the recovery and have a baby to hold but to go through all of that with no baby would be awful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, I progressed over the next couple of hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The nurse encouraged me to get an epidural before the pain became too intense and especially with the risk of having to do a D&amp;amp;C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I agreed to the epidural.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 12:31 pm on Thursday, March 18, I delivered the baby with no doctors or nuses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The baby was still in the sac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called for the nurse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor came right away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My placenta, etc blood came out on its own and some with the doctors help and I did not have to have a D&amp;amp;C – yeah!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I called my mom and asked her to bring the girls to see the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse cleaned the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse wrapped her in a receiving blanket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We confirmed it was a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her hands and feet were perfect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her abdomen and head for swollen just like we had seen in the ultrasound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her umbilical cord was very twisted – big at the top but super, super thin at the base of her body. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her skin was very thin so she was dark red color.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was the size of my hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anna and Rebekah arrived with my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wes took pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We let Anna hold the baby and Rebekah was able to hold the baby with the help of Wes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rebekah kept asking about her skin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to know why she was not white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We kept explaining to her why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a little while the girls and my mom left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A specialist came in to look at the baby and determine the kinds of tests they could run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the specialist was done the nurse took the baby to take pictures and do hand and foot prints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later on the hospital gave us a still born packet with pictures of her laying on an afghan and a fake dress on top of her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also in the packet were the afghan, dress, hand and foot prints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The packet is made of fabric.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The packet is reminder to me of how valuable charity work is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the chaos of the delivery and post delivery I was able to get some sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was released the next day. &lt;/p&gt;  &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/6078629414111818607-4105845898365891194?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4105845898365891194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=4105845898365891194' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4105845898365891194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4105845898365891194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/adaline-lorraine.html' title='Adaline Lorraine'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdoGV_tgVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/EhESG1OjuVY/s72-c/DSC03942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-1753565736193242928</id><published>2010-03-20T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:59:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Patrick's day</title><content type='html'>I found this idea at http://familyfun.go.com/st-patricks-day/st-patricks-day-crafts/magic-treasure-box-710371/.  On March 16 the girls decorated a box (a little bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdsmVhkvVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OD5LLrh4MfA/s1600/DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdsmVhkvVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OD5LLrh4MfA/s320/DSC03954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491977676470402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of March 17 I was going to hide the box but since I went into the hospital on March 17.  We postponed it until March 20.  We told the girls that the Leprechauns knew that I was in the hospital and girls were at their grandparents so they waited to come.  The girls left the empty box in their window.  After they were asleep I created the trail from their room to the kitchen.  The rest of the pictures are the clovers and rainbow left to lead them to the treasure box plus a picture of the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdu0XnjCdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VQ_uY82jcvc/s1600/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdu0XnjCdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VQ_uY82jcvc/s320/DSC03958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980116573751762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDduzxGNFBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rbxIXeXxcRk/s1600/DSC03957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDduzxGNFBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rbxIXeXxcRk/s320/DSC03957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980106233353234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDduzdQPufI/AAAAAAAAAjs/v-d7fu97rEo/s1600/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDduzdQPufI/AAAAAAAAAjs/v-d7fu97rEo/s320/DSC03951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980100906760690" 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/6078629414111818607-1753565736193242928?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1753565736193242928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=1753565736193242928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1753565736193242928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1753565736193242928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St Patrick&apos;s day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TDdsmVhkvVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OD5LLrh4MfA/s72-c/DSC03954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-244010309423782011</id><published>2009-11-05T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:26:20.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch and Sniff Painting</title><content type='html'>Scratch and Sniff Painting idea.  I do not like Kool-Aid.  I will drink if people serve it to me.  In fact I do not think my kids even know what is kool-aid.  Though I will buy that nasty stuff for art.  &lt;a href="http://wondertime.go.com/create-and-play/crafts/kool-aid-still-life.html"&gt;http://wondertime.go.com/create-and-play/crafts/kool-aid-still-life.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-244010309423782011?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/244010309423782011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=244010309423782011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/244010309423782011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/244010309423782011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/scratch-and-sniff-painting.html' title='Scratch and Sniff Painting'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-2222898328942621843</id><published>2009-11-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:12:17.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MU Parade</title><content type='html'>On October 24, the girls, my parents and I went to the MU Parade.  It was nice October weather.  One of the few days it did not rain in October.  There were tons of people and the girls got some candy.  I took tons of pictures but I will not bore you with all of them.  The parade lasted for 1 and half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJQEH0naHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hBmzIFvj4NM/s1600-h/DSC03404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJQEH0naHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hBmzIFvj4NM/s320/DSC03404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400466934920079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJN7ek34jI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XZE-9hXm7SI/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJN7ek34jI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XZE-9hXm7SI/s320/DSC03415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400464587385987634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJOs1yADWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pJV1hPIOaI8/s1600-h/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJN7pbwo_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/iwIjwGrzPCs/s320/DSC03419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400464590300554226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJOtOOHLdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-4_ohJvq3zw/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJOtOOHLdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-4_ohJvq3zw/s320/DSC03464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400465441989012946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJN7_1sBKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/INCYoBFQXE4/s1600-h/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJN7_1sBKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/INCYoBFQXE4/s320/DSC03422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400464596314883234" 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/6078629414111818607-2222898328942621843?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2222898328942621843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=2222898328942621843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/2222898328942621843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/2222898328942621843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/mu-parade.html' title='MU Parade'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJQEH0naHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hBmzIFvj4NM/s72-c/DSC03404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-9178273810976497430</id><published>2009-11-04T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:52:30.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic House</title><content type='html'>On October 17 we took our kids to the Magic House.  It was free that day because they were celebrating their 30th birthday.  I had not been to the Magic House since I was 7 or 8 years old.  One of the exhibits included a whole room with Curious George.  Rebekah loves Curious George.  The place was so crazy since it was free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJJhn0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Hg-1bKfoNBY/s1600-h/DSC03352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJJhn0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Hg-1bKfoNBY/s320/DSC03352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400459745144044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJKUT-IV1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1LZkG7jUVe8/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJKUT-IV1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1LZkG7jUVe8/s320/DSC03358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400460615989352274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJLbrzPgaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EUNuztz8Dys/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJLbrzPgaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EUNuztz8Dys/s320/DSC03373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461842156847522" 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/6078629414111818607-9178273810976497430?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9178273810976497430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=9178273810976497430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/9178273810976497430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/9178273810976497430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/magic-house.html' title='Magic House'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SvJJhn0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Hg-1bKfoNBY/s72-c/DSC03352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-1584669510541959982</id><published>2009-09-15T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:26:37.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Tights</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Wes told Rebekah to not walk in the tall weeds. Rebekah said Rosie (dog) was walking in them. Wes told her but they do not stick to Rosie. Rebekah went in the weeds any ways. She was covered in stick tights.  &lt;/span&gt;I kept going between crying with her or laughing at her. It also makes me crinch at the site of it because I think of bugs all over her.  I put her shirt, pants and shoes in the garage for now. I have not decided if I want to throw them away or take off the stick tights. Wes cleaned her hair. It took him over an hour to clean all of them out. They were matted in her hair. He put lots of conditioner in her hair. Her poor arms have welts where the stick tights irritated her skin. We gave her benedryl and Tylenol.&lt;/h3&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/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBl_mJt60I/AAAAAAAAAaE/KnCfuTeoAu0/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBl_mJt60I/AAAAAAAAAaE/KnCfuTeoAu0/s320/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381913697955212098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBmad8CreI/AAAAAAAAAaM/d2LVuH47xeQ/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBmad8CreI/AAAAAAAAAaM/d2LVuH47xeQ/s320/DSC03284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381914159606836706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnOulRTsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sw2KCNuTCBg/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnOulRTsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sw2KCNuTCBg/s320/DSC03287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915057427926722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnu5nfzWI/AAAAAAAAAak/axJZBNJcGaE/s1600-h/DSC03290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnu5nfzWI/AAAAAAAAAak/axJZBNJcGaE/s320/DSC03290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915610145869154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnuHDY8vI/AAAAAAAAAac/A6E8dNRqWYs/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBnuHDY8vI/AAAAAAAAAac/A6E8dNRqWYs/s320/DSC03289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915596572652274" 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/6078629414111818607-1584669510541959982?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1584669510541959982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=1584669510541959982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1584669510541959982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/1584669510541959982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/stick-tights.html' title='Stick Tights'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SrBl_mJt60I/AAAAAAAAAaE/KnCfuTeoAu0/s72-c/DSC03283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-4623213560447579769</id><published>2009-05-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:31:12.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possum</title><content type='html'>Wes found a baby possum in our yard this morning.  The girls love him.  About three years ago Wes accidentally ran over a female possum and noticed a baby.  He brought the baby home and we found a place in our town that takes wild animals and we took him there.  We will probably take the current possum there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-4623213560447579769?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4623213560447579769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=4623213560447579769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4623213560447579769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/4623213560447579769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/possum.html' title='Possum'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-7462992490061198596</id><published>2009-04-26T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:28:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>Riding on Faith.  Believing.  Many things over the past few years kept me going through some of the most heart wrenching events.   Learning the Principles of the Gospel (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/"&gt;Church of Latter-day Saints&lt;/a&gt;), having good friends and family, many prayers from me and others, and many, many other things.  I have no doubt God knew my needs and still does during the easier times.  Two songs come to mind.  One is a LDS song - &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=1&amp;amp;searchseqstart=124&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=124&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;Be Still, My Soul&lt;/a&gt;.   Those who Choose the Right are protected.  I was protected when I did what was right.  The other song is &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/n/nickelback-lyrics/someday-lyrics.html"&gt;Nickleback's Someday&lt;/a&gt;.  Wes promised me things would change.  Even as hard as it was I just believed, I just knew because of the warm feeling I had that things would not be perfect but they would change.  Blessings after trials are sweet.  I am not delusional during these good times that trials will come and will be different from past trials but I know God knows what I need.  If I follow the principles and learn more, God will bless me.  Line upon line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-7462992490061198596?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7462992490061198596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=7462992490061198596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7462992490061198596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/7462992490061198596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-5785694310198517663</id><published>2009-04-22T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:45:27.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>I have been asked to complete a survey for Relief Society about me and I am struggling with one of the questions.  Will you please name a movie or book that describes me or my life?&lt;span style=";font-family:Jester;font-size:16;"  &gt;&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/6078629414111818607-5785694310198517663?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5785694310198517663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=5785694310198517663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5785694310198517663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/5785694310198517663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-3932379693394280459</id><published>2008-12-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:49:03.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas - What do I prefer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;What do I prefer at Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Gift Bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, next year I am going to try to make some out of fabric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Artificial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you  put up the tree? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday evening after Thanksgiving or before my December 3 birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do  you take the tree down? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;January 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes,  Andersen Erickson brand from HyVee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Most presents my immediate family selected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person  to buy for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 205, 220);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes, a miniature set.  I want the Little People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas  gift you ever received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Clothes from distant relatives that had no clue what I liked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Favorite Christmas Movie?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mickey's Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start  shopping for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you  ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to  eat at Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My mom's cheese ball, fudge, and milky way pie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Silent Night and Little Drummer Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 205, 220);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Travel except this year for first time in six years we get to be home for Christmas.  We opened Christmas/St. Nicholas present with the girls on December 6 (St. Nick's birthday).  We will open presents and have a Christmas party with my parents on December 20 and we will celebrate with Wes' family a few days after Christmas.  Christmas day will be about Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top  or a star? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the  year?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;People who spend more money than they have available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;What theme or color  are you using?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 205, 220);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 205, 220);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Red, Green and White - what else is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ham from Burgers based in California, MO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you  want for Christmas this year?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Have fun with Anna, Bekah and Wes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/6078629414111818607-3932379693394280459?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3932379693394280459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=3932379693394280459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3932379693394280459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/3932379693394280459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-what-do-i-prefer.html' title='Christmas - What do I prefer?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-832979940301016384</id><published>2008-09-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:27:52.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/STdqMP-khLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v45zS-ZLz1A/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/STdqMP-khLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v45zS-ZLz1A/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275802247167771826" 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/6078629414111818607-832979940301016384?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/832979940301016384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=832979940301016384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/832979940301016384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/832979940301016384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheese.html' title='Cheese'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/STdqMP-khLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/v45zS-ZLz1A/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-8359492889718432973</id><published>2008-08-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:40:01.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SKEhvdxmh_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kE2mQ9io-S4/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SKEhvdxmh_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kE2mQ9io-S4/s320/DSC01446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233501341311469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two joyfully energetic girls.  Cheese, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6078629414111818607-8359492889718432973?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8359492889718432973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=8359492889718432973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/8359492889718432973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/8359492889718432973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-joy.html' title='My joy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SKEhvdxmh_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kE2mQ9io-S4/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-6886243204790227575</id><published>2008-07-10T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:53:56.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdough at ages 2 and 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SHYcitCMQkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8GAqCE-QntM/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SHYcitCMQkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8GAqCE-QntM/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392200512586306" 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/6078629414111818607-6886243204790227575?l=lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6886243204790227575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6078629414111818607&amp;postID=6886243204790227575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6886243204790227575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6078629414111818607/posts/default/6886243204790227575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics.html' title='Playdough at ages 2 and 5.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511365046709927769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/TUHnkP3COYI/AAAAAAAAApU/r9wez6yaqzQ/s220/5968_1090686872839_1396509159_30213706_3224730_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrisOiQXFEA/SHYcitCMQkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8GAqCE-QntM/s72-c/DSC01191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078629414111818607.post-7668910839203236500</id><published>2008-05-13T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:02:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing for Ballet Recital May 12, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anna's dance class (Creative Movements) will do a ballet dance to Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo from the movie Cinderella.  Below are two different movies of them practicing.  I asked Anna's teacher (Miss Amanda) if I could video tape them so Anna could practice at home.  At home she has the Bella Dancerella where they learn parts of Swan Lake.  Part way through the semester Anna started not wanting to go to class because her teacher was not teaching her Swan Lake.  I told her that her teacher wanted to teach her another ballet dance so she knew lots of dances.  Recently, I decided this would be a great way for her to learn the dance.  One version is me sitting on the left side of the room and one is me sitting on the right side.  I did that so I could try to pick up as many of the moves as possible for such a young class.  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