<?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-6763763129431322709</id><updated>2011-08-16T14:00:44.885-07:00</updated><category term='baking'/><category term='gardening'/><title type='text'>How to eat an elephant....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3398763183689663590</id><published>2010-11-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:07:37.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The selfish kitty....</title><content type='html'>So Petal has reached the stage where she's learning animal sounds. Most the time she just gives you a doggy panting sound for every animal. Lately though, she's changed it up. Apparently she thinks cats are very selfish *wink, wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's the cow say?"&lt;br /&gt;Petal: "Mooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's the puppy say?"&lt;br /&gt;Petal: "Woof woof, (then panting noises)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's the kitty say?"&lt;br /&gt;Petal: "Mine! Mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get the same answer. Cracks me up. Doesn't matter how much I coach her to say "meow", it always comes out "mine"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3398763183689663590?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3398763183689663590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3398763183689663590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3398763183689663590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3398763183689663590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/selfish-kitty.html' title='The selfish kitty....'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-7218359798784286591</id><published>2010-11-01T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:56:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken bok choy stir-fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TM9mFeRyUII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1xL96TlsbXw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534754711274672258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TM9mFeRyUII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1xL96TlsbXw/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I roast a chicken I like to save all the pan drippings. Store them in the fridge in a jar and the fats will rise to the top, while the broth congeals on the bottom. These are wonderfully flavorful, and full of healthy gelatin, minerals, and fats. Tonight I used leftover pan drippings as the basis for flavorful broth and stir-fry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-2 pounds baby bok choy - roughly sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 zucchini - cut into a pont-neuf (.5 x .5 x 2.5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large heirloom tomatoes, I used yellow, large dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 large portabello mushrooms, thick slice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 cup pan drippings, aprox- allowed to separate in the fridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 cups cooked chicken (this is a great use for leftovers from roasted chicken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbs cold butter- diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scoop the chicken fat off the top of the drippings and add to a hot skillet or wok. Add zucchini, seasoning with salt and pepper. Lightly saute - but don't cook all the way. Now add the bok choy and saute until wilted. Next add the mushrooms and sweat lightly. Once everything is close to being cooked, add the tomatoes, diced chicken, and the remaining pan drippings. Melt the gelatinous broth(pan drippings), and soften the tomatoes. Everything should be tender and hot. Dice the butter and add it. This is called to monte au buerre, which means to whisk cold butter into a sauce to add richness and gloss. Adjust the salt and pepper as needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763780929185330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TM9uVZX7ZjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/opO5ItzLLlI/s320/chicken+bok+choy+stirfry.jpg" /&gt;You are going to be amazed at the wonderful flavor in this stir-fry! Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-7218359798784286591?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7218359798784286591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=7218359798784286591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/7218359798784286591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/7218359798784286591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/chicken-bokchoy-stir-fry.html' title='Chicken bok choy stir-fry'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TM9mFeRyUII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1xL96TlsbXw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-1429401906274289056</id><published>2010-08-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:03:13.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for a garden update! This year has been exponentially better than last year in the garden. We have made a bunch of changes. We’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; increased the garden space to 300 square feet, although it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t all planted at the moment. A huge and WELCOME change was in the area of watering. My dear husband installed a drip system on automatic timers for me. It’s saving me about 8 hours a week in watering! 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inspired herb spiral. Love this thing! I plan on making at least one more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-1429401906274289056?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1429401906274289056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=1429401906274289056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1429401906274289056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1429401906274289056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-for-garden-update-this-year-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGzHaNnNSZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Gm2UGNgjL6E/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-6638825937306434799</id><published>2010-08-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:10:20.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors colors colors!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I love gardening. Not very good at it. I'll admit that easily. But I love the results. I love the colors of nature. I love cooking with produce I just cut fresh from my backyard. Thought I would share my latest bounty from the garden! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506964697327116002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGyrNw7MnuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SgiCMPiGgLM/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all those beautiful colors! In case you are wondering, there is 4 different kinds of basil, 2 kinds of sweet peppers and jalapeno peppers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we've been weighing our produce and tracking it. It's not been a lot so far- but it's so much more than last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allan brought Petal in and set her at the table for dinner. While I was dishing her food up, she decided she just couldn't resist the bright green peppers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGysYql67OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zi3bKLPOSuc/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506965984117452002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGysYql67OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zi3bKLPOSuc/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGysYql67OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zi3bKLPOSuc/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGysznN57BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DjB8dk_v12Q/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506966447067884562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGysznN57BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DjB8dk_v12Q/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; very glad she reached for a sweet pepper and not a jalapeno! That would NOT have been a good start to dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like she's enjoying her pepper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-6638825937306434799?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6638825937306434799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=6638825937306434799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6638825937306434799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6638825937306434799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2010/08/colors-colors-colors.html' title='Colors colors colors!!!!!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TGyrNw7MnuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SgiCMPiGgLM/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-2985170387594569758</id><published>2010-06-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:27:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dad's Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6Hssl4jrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWdc19Afcm8/s1600/iphone+pictures+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484970598137892530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6Hssl4jrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWdc19Afcm8/s400/iphone+pictures+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit. I'm one of the lucky few. One of the lucky few who has a great daddy, and an amazing daddy for my kids. In a society that devalues the role of the father, I'm eternally grateful for the strong men who walk out the patience, love and perseverance that it takes to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;In honor of today I'm going to show of some photos and videos of my hubby! What a great example of Heavenly Father he is to our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6II74dBBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/89QZnup-M80/s1600/iphone+pictures+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484971083278648338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6II74dBBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/89QZnup-M80/s320/iphone+pictures+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making their first snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB8F4z4uZZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9zHovZeX-c0/s1600/iphone+pictures+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485109344719496594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB8F4z4uZZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9zHovZeX-c0/s320/iphone+pictures+247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checking the soccer scores!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484976081749928882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6Mr4o367I/AAAAAAAAAFI/vWD43oQr1P4/s320/Picture+276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6MB2xWMMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WjRYsMC-2Ws/s1600/Picture+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484975359694090434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6MB2xWMMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WjRYsMC-2Ws/s320/Picture+258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6II74dBBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/89QZnup-M80/s1600/iphone+pictures+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all important NAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6J-mhqmgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mX5tR-Kvh2Y/s1600/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6J-mhqmgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mX5tR-Kvh2Y/s1600/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484973104770488834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6J-mhqmgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mX5tR-Kvh2Y/s320/Picture+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cart Racing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6J-mhqmgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mX5tR-Kvh2Y/s1600/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to take you for granted dad! 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/TB6Hssl4jrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWdc19Afcm8/s72-c/iphone+pictures+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3593344248326406525</id><published>2010-06-01T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:16:43.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petal dancing</title><content type='html'>Petal is starting to enter the toddler years! She LOVES music. This morning she started dancing to the songs from her toys &lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58150.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNyHBQvffiQ" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNyHBQvffiQ" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNyHBQvffiQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/BNyHBQvffiQ/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3593344248326406525?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3593344248326406525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3593344248326406525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3593344248326406525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3593344248326406525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2010/06/petal-dancing.html' title='Petal dancing'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3546988390736224625</id><published>2009-09-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:46:03.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggling at last!</title><content type='html'>My dear Petal is such a gentle soul. She has be a study in contrast after our experiences raising &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mickle&lt;/span&gt;. One of the greatest milestones is hearing your little one laugh with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abandon&lt;/span&gt;. We've all be trying hard to hear that with Petal. She smiles like her soul is going to break free, and her face is going to split- but is normally silent. Although she does adore her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;, and the first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substantial&lt;/span&gt; giggle came in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nana's&lt;/span&gt; arms as she was bounced up and down. Her loudest and longest to date- was actually at some friends house, and I caught the latter half on my phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to smile at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuMwZbg9W3o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuMwZbg9W3o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3546988390736224625?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3546988390736224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3546988390736224625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3546988390736224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3546988390736224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/09/giggling-at-last.html' title='Giggling at last!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3894578496323409755</id><published>2009-09-03T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:58:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo...please????</title><content type='html'>I am sick. No &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;, I feel ill. I'm obsessive about cost. Really, really obsessive. I'll spend hours and hours researching the best price on something before I buy it. I hate the thought of wasting my monetary resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to why I'm ill. We've been without any form of Microsoft office for at least a year now- seems sooo much longer, esp in light of having to work on projects for school. No outlook for e-mail and calendar management, no PowerPoint or Word for projects, ect ect. Every time I looked into it, spending several hundred dollars just was not even something I was willing to do. Which is why I was ecstatic when I found a website selling Office professional for a great deal(just one level below the "everything" version). Office Professional had pretty much everything we would need ( no "one note"- but I had never really gotten the hang of that program). On the Microsoft website office pro retails for $500. Are you kidding me??? $500???? I'm sure some places sell it less, it always works that way right? But there was no one I had seen that had a truly great deal. Until 2 days ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.academicsuperstore.com/"&gt;http://www.academicsuperstore.com/&lt;/a&gt; had the office professional for $99 !!!!! It required you be a student, and be able to prove such. Not a problem since I'm in culinary school. Well, after a quick glance around the internet, and not seeing it for less than $250 -anywhere.....I pressed the "purchase" button. I spent the next 2 days practically dancing around the house- thrilled to be getting my beloved programs back, and a deal to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being ill..... Got my office pro in the mail today. Waited until Allan got home to open it and start the installation process. After having some trouble getting it installed properly- I went to the Microsoft website for some assistance. And saw it......Office Ultimate (the everything version) for students......$59....(insert sobbing). Sooo frustrated right now. If I had seen that only 2 hours earlier I could have sent the office pro back. But, not now. Even though it's not installed on my computer, it's been opened. So I'm stuck with it......stuck with knowing that I spent $40 more for a product with less features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3894578496323409755?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3894578496323409755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3894578496323409755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3894578496323409755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3894578496323409755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/09/undoplease.html' title='Undo...please????'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-1087318564592487956</id><published>2009-08-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:45:05.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighter</title><content type='html'>Conversation with Pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get bigger I'm gonna put my hose on the fire hydrant and make sure it works right. Then I can use it to put fires out. I will drive there in my fire truck"........................"Mom, where do you buy a fire truck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to be a fireman to buy a firetruck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you buy firefighter clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to be a fireman to buy firefighter clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm already a firefighter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think you are already a firefighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup....I just need clothes and a truck, and to grow up taller"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!! Love that positive thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-1087318564592487956?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1087318564592487956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=1087318564592487956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1087318564592487956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1087318564592487956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/firefighter.html' title='Firefighter'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-1383994784740082459</id><published>2009-08-06T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:14:41.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>4 pounds!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SnsBQfrWLnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bJZrweCUAQY/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366884763834920562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SnsBQfrWLnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bJZrweCUAQY/s400/Picture+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wanted to show off today's "harvest" (said very loosely because the quantity I get from my little garden is quite small- but steady)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we have cucumbers, Armenian cucumbers (my new favorite type!), okra (stuff grows FAST!) yard long beans (very interesting- I will be planting them in to future again for sure!) and a cantaloupe. I'm soo very proud of this melon (isn't that silly) He/she weighs in at 4 pounds.....and smells heavenly!!!!!! Can't wait to cut into it! Hope your yard/garden is enjoying this rain as much as mine has!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-1383994784740082459?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1383994784740082459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=1383994784740082459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1383994784740082459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1383994784740082459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-pounds.html' title='4 pounds!~'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SnsBQfrWLnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bJZrweCUAQY/s72-c/Picture+229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3719805457998329168</id><published>2009-07-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:32:31.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating....</title><content type='html'>Now I know when you read that you thought I was decorating....but no. Not me. Mickle comes into the office today-&lt;br /&gt;"Mom - where do you want my white table?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "huh? I don't care (he has a bed, a litttle table, toy chest, and easle in his room)"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good- can I decorate my room???"&lt;br /&gt;"Um sure- just no moving your bed" - trying to stiffle the giggle in my throat because of the serious expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past hour I've listened to things get pushed across the room, and recieved mini updates on his progress.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok- so I put the white table in the closet" he says with an excited face and wildly guesturing hands. Then 30 minutes later he comes rushing in....&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! so I put the toychest between the shelves (built in)(again wildly guesturing hands). "It works great! It just fits just soooo perfectly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! It's moments like this that you smile and you just want to enjoy the life fire that burns in their eyes. The extreme excitement that can't even be expressed over a moved toychest! Hold onto them, and remember them on the days when they aren't as charming.....and have decided to boycott all your instructions for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3719805457998329168?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3719805457998329168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3719805457998329168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3719805457998329168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3719805457998329168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/07/decorating.html' title='Decorating....'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-1951499226676310649</id><published>2009-05-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:32:15.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorms</title><content type='html'>It has been raining, actually storming, no make that a torrential downpour. As in monsoon. As in "Honey do we have a canoe cause I need to go to the store!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really bad timing for my family, great for my garden (well - until today when I noticed mushrooms had popped up everywhere). My sister is getting married in 5 weeks (yeah!). She's having the ceremony and reception on my parent's property. They have been working to get the rest of the outside prepared, and the house repainted. All really difficult in light of the aforementioned weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so yesterday, I made a batch of monster cookies with Mickle. Shortly after putting the second batch in the oven- we lost power. Mickle was already in bed.....it was sooo late, but not asleep. He came out to inform us that the power was out. We were so grateful for his help, I'm sure you know- all parent's are dumb and ignorant, and we would have been clueless without his announcement. We let him know that we were aware, and it was ok, and sent him back to bed. Looking very worried, Mickle announced that he "could NOT sleep if the power was off!!!" His daddy and I found this quite funny- since he sleeps in a dark room without a nightlight. If I had him in bed just a little bit earlier, he probably never would have even known.&lt;br /&gt;Allan and I stumbled around in the dark, trying to find a flashlight with some small amount of battery power left. There is something genetic, I am convinced, in little boys that draws them to all items battery powered and compels them to mess with it to the point of total battery drain!&lt;br /&gt;We managed to find one flashlight- and then a lighter and lit some candles. After laying a towel down in the office- water was leaking down from the ac vent, and locating a bill- we called the power company. Upon entering information for our location, an automatic recording assured us that they were on top of it- and our power would be back on at 1:00am. Um No. Someone at the power company needs a watch. I should know- I have  a 5 week old who likes snacking every 2 hours. Power finally came back on about 7:00am. Then about 7:30 the announcement rang out "Mom, Dad, the power is back on!" Thank you Mickle......what on earth would we do without your keen observations????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-1951499226676310649?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1951499226676310649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=1951499226676310649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1951499226676310649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/1951499226676310649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainstorms.html' title='Rainstorms'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-6103089850290187698</id><published>2009-05-03T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:41:37.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Monster Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came across a recipe on a blog, while I was surfing, about two weeks before petal was born. The recipe was for Monster cookies. I had never heard of such a cookie. I became intrigued with it as soon as I saw the ingredients. I mean, come on! How can one not LOVE a cookie with peanut butter, chocolate chips, m&amp;amp;m's (I care the least about this part) and oatmeal! I made the recipe, and with the first bite -and all other cookie recipes faded away from my memory. Ok, Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating a little, but these are seriously my favorite cookies now.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday. I had a serious hankering for some monster cookies. So I started going through my favorited page to find that blog. I looked, and looked, and looked, and LOOKED! But alas, apparently the page was an unknown casualty of my previously pregnant brain. I thought I have saved the page- but it was gone. After hours of blindly using google to try and find the page again(who was I kidding?)- I gave up. All I could remember was the ingredients listed above- and that there was no flour. So I began to search for a new recipe, and after a while was rewarded with one that I felt was a great option.&lt;br /&gt;Mickle and I began making the cookies. Always fun baking with a over eager 4 year old. Need I say more? As if that wasn't enough. Apparently it was time for "new mommy" trial by fire. Petal awoke with a roar, and wouldn't stop howling. So there I was- with Mickle in the kitchen, barely containing himself as he desperately wanted to dump every ingredient within reach into the bowl, Petal in the bedroom howling like only a 5 week old can, and Allan no where around (he had gone to put Petal's diapers and a load of towels in the dryer at the laundry mat because our dryer decided to stop working today!). I scooped Petal up, and placed her in the sling, while rushing back into the kitchen. Oh the excitement! Mickle and I scrabbled to finish mixing the cookies, and put a batch in the oven- then off I rushed to nurse Petal- while keeping an eye on the timer. Nothing ruins cookies in my opinion like overbaking them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite pleased with the outcome. These are just great cookies. The recipe makes A TON, and actually couldn't be mixed in my kitchenaid. I'll be making some adjustments to the size and ingredients- but I thought I would share this version in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monster Cookies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 cup butter soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 1/4 cups peanut butter (creamy or crunchy- I like crunchy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 1/3 cups brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sf3JGeGA0GI/AAAAAAAAADI/_BK2ZmN4v64/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331638646871216226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sf3JGeGA0GI/AAAAAAAAADI/_BK2ZmN4v64/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 1/2 tsp corn syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 eggs, beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 1/2- 2 cups M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cups chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9 cups old fashioned oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cups chopped nuts (I used walnuts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cream butter, peanut butter, sugars, corn syrup. Add vanilla and soda mixing well. Add eggs and mix well. Stir in remaining ingredients. Drop by spoonfuls on greased cookie sheets and bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd like to reinterate- HUGE recipe. You'll probably want to cut it at least in half. Chances are- unless you come from a larger family- or have a larger family- you won't have a bowl big enough to mix the whole recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My plan is to make these cookies as close to a healthy snack as possible. I'll post my progress as I'm working on them. I was thinking of substitution applesauce for half the butter, dropping the sugar amount down, substituting raisins for the m&amp;amp;m's, and using a super dark chocolate chunked instead of the semi-sweet chips. Oh! and I'm gonna try almond butter instead of the peanut butte. But that's all....the oatmeal doesn't need any substituting - lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-6103089850290187698?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6103089850290187698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=6103089850290187698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6103089850290187698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6103089850290187698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/05/monster-cookies.html' title='Monster Cookies'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sf3JGeGA0GI/AAAAAAAAADI/_BK2ZmN4v64/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-4192231496328640694</id><published>2009-05-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:29:46.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening Time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331347079534925778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy_7BH-19I/AAAAAAAAADA/xcxjlJP54ls/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm so excited. We finally got our garden put in. Now, what I'm calling a garden is nothing compared to what I experienced growing up. Of course I'm also not feeding a family of 9. We have plans of getting the fence fixed, and yard leveled out this summer. Due to those plans, I'm holding off on planting anything against the back fence. Not having access to that area really limits my growing areas. I will be soo glad to get that space back. Until then, I'll just have to focus on what I have. So we planted tomatoes- romas, cherry, a golden variety, and some more "regular" kind (lol can't remember the name), cantaloupe, cucumbers, squash, zucchini, oriental eggpla&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy-cfGMgHI/AAAAAAAAACw/b2uk0CrjPLA/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331345455492923506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy-cfGMgHI/AAAAAAAAACw/b2uk0CrjPLA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt, okra (a gardening first for me - so we'll see), peppers - jumbo jalapeno (perfect for stuffing) bananas and TONS of bell peppers (accidentally bought twice as many as I needed), green beans- 4 different varieties, and a watermelon plant (another gardening first- Allan talked me into that one!). I also got basil, thyme, and rosemary, and mint. From seeds we inter planted radishes throughout, plus I planted marigold seeds along the borders. I don't think Mickle could be anymore excited!!! He helped us plant. Of course in his defense we have been talking about planting a garden since last fall- but with the pregnancy, I just couldn't seem to get it together until now. I'll keep updating as our pla&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy_IyKWYZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4pWmXDVEwB8/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346216524865938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy_IyKWYZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4pWmXDVEwB8/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nts are grown and products are harvested. Mickle keeps checking daily on the plants and informing us that "they are growing growing growing, and one day soon- they will have stuff for us to eat!" In case you are wondering about the leaf structure that Mickle is kneeling in front of.....it's a tomato support/compost pile. I still haven't decided if I like it or not. I'll decide one way or the other after this growing season. It's a large circle of chicken wire. Then inside of that we've layered for a compost and since then we just keep adding to the top of the pile. You use the chicken wire on the outside to support your tomato plants as they grow. The pile is confined within the circle- so turning it isn't an option. You just water from the top to keep the pile moist. My issue with it is two-fold. 1- no usable compost. All the nutrients from the pile leach down into the tomato bed- which is a good thing for the tomato plants, but it doesn't help any other locations. 2. It's an eye sore. Now once the tomatoes are up around it- you probably won't notice- but we'll see. I was going to tear it down this season. I built it two growing seasons ago- and didn't put a garden in at all last year. This led to a very overgrown garden area. When I went to weed and prepare my garden plots for planting, I noticed that the weeds that were in the tomato plot were literally twice as big as the weeds in the garden plot right beside it. It appears that the composting pile works as designed. We'll know for sure after this growing season.&lt;br /&gt;On a couple of other blogs I follow, I saw discussions for growing potatoes. They were using old trash cans. You place the seed potatoes in a small amount of soil, and cover them. As they grow you continue to heap dirt around the plants, forcing them to continue growing upwards. By the end the trash can should be almost full of soil, and potatoes are growing along the whole length of the now underground stem. You can also stack tires to grow the potatoes in, instead of using a trashcan. I just need to figure out where I can get some seed potatoes, or if I could just use cut organic potatoes (with eyes). The thought of growing potatoes sounds so much fun, and a great botany lesson for Mickle! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-4192231496328640694?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4192231496328640694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=4192231496328640694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/4192231496328640694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/4192231496328640694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardening-time.html' title='Gardening Time!!!!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sfy_7BH-19I/AAAAAAAAADA/xcxjlJP54ls/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-4400106159831472769</id><published>2009-04-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:05:36.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Petal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've put off this blog update for long enough. For whatever reason, I'm really having trouble writing about this experience. I've struggled with how much to write about the experience, and how much to let it fade into the past. So bear with me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after 13 days in the hospital, we are home. On one hand it was a nightmare, while on the other- a great situation where God's grace and peace was overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petal started running a te&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SfVKzzPWFmI/AAAAAAAAACg/FRZU_N-H9AM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329247987851204194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SfVKzzPWFmI/AAAAAAAAACg/FRZU_N-H9AM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mperature when she was one week old. We took her to the ER, where in an attempt to diagnose her, they proceeded to get urine, blood, and a spinal tap. Unfortunately, because she was so small, they weren't able to successfully get a spinal tap. They tried 8 different times, with 4 different doctors. During this time her fever dropped below what is considered an issue- but due to her age they encouraged us to admit her . It was an emotionally exhausting day. To watch my baby undergo that- over and over, was something no one should have to do, plus the stress of not knowing whether we should admit her to be safe, or if it all was really nothing more than just a mamma's concerns overblown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days later, when the test came back, she was diagnosed with a blood infection, that traveled to her kidneys and also caused a UTI. We were told that we were lucky to have caught it so early, one day later- and it could have been a very dangerous situation for poor little Petal. Later in the week the doctors tried one more time to get a spinal tap, but were still unable to. She had developed a blood pocket in the location where they preform the tap, supposedly from so many attempts. We ended up staying for 13 days of iv antibiotics (3 days extra since they couldn't rule out meningitis due to unsuccessful spinal taps). The nurses were great, and very adoring of Petal. Thankfully, within a couple of days, Petal was feeling better. Even though she was feeling better, we had to stay so that she could receive the antibiotics by IV. She was so tiny that she had trouble whenever they tried to put an IV in. I was very grateful that she only had to have 4 within that time period. Each attempt took about an hour, and her little arms and feet would end up with bruises from blown vessels. I didn't know this, but a newborns stomach is so immature that it can't regulate the amount of antibiotics it absorbs if taken orally. One dose could be correct, and the next dose could pass through without anything being absorbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there we were able to successfully rule out any issues with her kidneys, or her hearing (a risk due both to one of the antibiotics she was on, and due to the potential risk for meningitis).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love and support we received while in the hospital, was quite honestly, overwhelming! We had people praying constantly, checking up on us regularly, and supplying us with food, snacks and entertainment. Our church brought up a HUGE box o goodies, crossword puzzles, cards, ect. In addition, my mom's group sent snacks, candy, entertainment, and more up to me. They also wrote the cutest poem to let me know they cared. I felt soo overwhelmingly cared for and supported. THANKS to everyone! We are sooo grateful to be home, and to be able to be together again as  family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-4400106159831472769?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4400106159831472769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=4400106159831472769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/4400106159831472769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/4400106159831472769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-on-petal.html' title='Updates on Petal'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SfVKzzPWFmI/AAAAAAAAACg/FRZU_N-H9AM/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-2122755238271395530</id><published>2009-04-12T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:24:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a 4 year old......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeK-U1VOZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/9I2jPQvJjzI/s1600-h/n731603482_7196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324026974628111858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeK-U1VOZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/9I2jPQvJjzI/s320/n731603482_7196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I might share some of the conversations I've enjoyed having with Mickle lately....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All grown up????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mickle was on the phone with his grandmother, when we had this conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When the baby is born, I'm gonna be ALL grown up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um, no Mickle- when the baby is born you'll still be a kid. A big boy- but not all grown up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, when the baby is born- I'll be all grown up- just like daddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope, sweetheart, - you'll be a big boy- but you are still gonna be a kid- not all grown up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No mommy! When the baby is born, I'm gonna be all grown up- and a fire fighter! I'll be like daddy...........just shorter!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL- the conversation went on for a while until he was finally convinced that the baby being born wouldn't affect his growth, and ranking status......or so we thought :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week later we had this conversation -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So mom, when the baby is born- I'm gonna be grown up just like Uncle Jonathan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No Mickle, you will still be just like you are. A big boy who still has to obey his mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But when the baby is born, I'm gonna be grown up like Uncle Jonathan and go to that (skateboard) park"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No sweetheart- the baby being born makes you a big boy- but not grown up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Again- the conversation went on for a while until he realized I wasn't gonna back down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussed one Saturday morning over breakfast.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So mom, when the baby is born, I'm going to get her out of her crib and hold her &lt;em&gt;just like this &lt;/em&gt;(cradles arms like he's holding a baby)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No SIR! You are not going to get the baby out of the crib! Only mommy and daddy do that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, mom (like I don't understand what he's saying), when the baby is born, I will go and sooo very carefully get her out of the crib and hold her &lt;em&gt;just like this! &lt;/em&gt;(cradles arms again)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No Mickle! You are not to get the baby out of her crib! Mommy and Daddy do that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But mom, sometimes my baby will cry.....and she will &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;me to get her out of the crib.....and so very very careful, I will get her, and I will hold her &lt;em&gt;just like this! &lt;/em&gt;(and again we cradle the arms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mickle- sometimes the baby will cry, and it is ok- and ONLY mommy and daddy get her out of the crib. If you do- even if you hold her very carefully- you &lt;strong&gt;will get in trouble&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wasn't interested in continuing that conversation anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving Spirit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after he found out that he was gonna get a sibling- he announced that he wanted to give his favorite blanket "blue bubba" to the baby. As his parents we thought that was sweet, until his amended it about two weeks later. He came up to us and announce "the baby told me that it doesn't want my blue bubba. It told me it wants a different bubba!" LOL- we assured him that the baby would have it's own blanket, and he didn't need to worry about losing his blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He another time announce that he wanted to give the baby his tricycle. He talked for a while about how the baby could have his tricycle, and how he was too big for it, and the baby would just love it. Then......he announce that since the baby was gonna have his tricycle- he would need a NEW bicycle!!!! LOL- that's some future planning and processing on his part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-2122755238271395530?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2122755238271395530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=2122755238271395530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/2122755238271395530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/2122755238271395530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversations-with-4-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 4 year old......'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeK-U1VOZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/9I2jPQvJjzI/s72-c/n731603482_7196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-6467913316586820716</id><published>2009-04-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:58:03.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickle and Petal meet for the first time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd580JVYNsI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4vZ5F5IlWg/s1600-h/450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322829044899133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd580JVYNsI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4vZ5F5IlWg/s320/450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd55tkqd1cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QUQr_jSW_5c/s1600-h/First+meet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322825633441371586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd55tkqd1cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QUQr_jSW_5c/s320/First+meet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd51gRcRqtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/obs3O9lkdes/s1600-h/403.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a couple hours of Petal's birth, Mickle came home to meet her. He was sooo excited to finally meet his baby sister! He had been asking daily for weeks when she was gonna come (and since she was almost 2 weeks late- mom and dad were doing the same!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came into the room a little nervous, but with a big grin on his face. He climbed up on my bed, and looked at me. "Mommy, your tummy is still really big! I think maybe there is another baby in there!" We assured him there wasn't another baby in there, and then introduced him to his sister. He was so cute. You could tell he was so proud of her. We got Mickle all situated on the b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd56N60yLlI/AAAAAAAAABE/NXlvqBxC7fQ/s1600-h/426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322826189146041938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd56N60yLlI/AAAAAAAAABE/NXlvqBxC7fQ/s320/426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed so that he could hold Petal for the first time. We put her, all swaddled up, into his arms and he just grinned at her. Then he began to look a little worried. "Where are her legs??? Her legs! Where are her legs???" He started scrambling, and looking worried. We tried to explain that she had her legs. Mickle then reached over and touched my stomach. He freaked out saying "I feel baby parts! The baby's legs are still in you tummy!!!!" We explained to him that her legs were just swaddled, and that they were there under the blankets. He felt much relief when he un&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd56YqB7N9I/AAAAAAAAABM/YJ0FGQv90Hw/s1600-h/432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322826373616318418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd56YqB7N9I/AAAAAAAAABM/YJ0FGQv90Hw/s200/432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wrapped her legs and saw them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd561QE-EjI/AAAAAAAAABU/ckPf3WycViM/s1600-h/439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322826864865972786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd561QE-EjI/AAAAAAAAABU/ckPf3WycViM/s320/439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO relieved to see her legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-6467913316586820716?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6467913316586820716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=6467913316586820716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6467913316586820716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6467913316586820716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/mickle-and-petal-meet-for-first-time.html' title='Mickle and Petal meet for the first time!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd580JVYNsI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4vZ5F5IlWg/s72-c/450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-5425383795623700612</id><published>2009-04-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:41:17.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petal's Arrival!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5tUG-8ymI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EWEIQe3_CNM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322812001837959778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5tUG-8ymI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EWEIQe3_CNM/s320/004.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On March 24th 2009, we added to our family. We are now the proud parents (ok so we were her parent's before- but it's easier now- since she's out of the womb) to a sweet baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322865574232008610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd6eCbtBJ6I/AAAAAAAAABk/ugoOrljhG6U/s320/428.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up about 3:00am with bad back pain. After trying to get comfortable - without success, I move to the couch and tried there. About 4:00 the pains got more intense, and I realized I was having contractions. I moved back to Petal's room and labored quietly until 5:00am. At this point realized that this show was for real, and went and woke my hubby up, and chatted with my mother on the phone. My mom clued into the fact that when I got up and walked around, my contractions would fade out and disappear. So I stayed in the glider back in Petal's room. In hindsight it's actually kinda funny. When I gave birth to Michael, I walked him into this world. Lots and Lots and Lots of walking to keep the contractions strong and close together. I really wanted have a labor experience where I could just sit, relax, and focus on breathing through contractions. Well, I got that with Petal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My midwife was in the midst of some craziness that morning. She had two women in labor at her birth center at the same time that I was in labor at my house. My mom was there with me the whole time. I am so grateful for that!!!! She was able to check me and monitor &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5hDg1UEpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dfAt-6LkiUI/s1600-h/Allan+supporting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798522579554962" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5hDg1UEpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dfAt-6LkiUI/s320/Allan+supporting.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 176px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my progress as I labored. My sisters were there, and my wonderful husband. I can't imagine giving birth without my mom and my husband there. Allan is so tender and attentive the whole time. His presence allows me to hold strong and keep going (lol not that I have a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5iHm8yoEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_5XNI0nGnqc/s1600-h/mom%27s+support.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322799692452634690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5iHm8yoEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_5XNI0nGnqc/s320/mom%27s+support.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 143px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;choice) My mom is such a wonderful birth attendant. Having her there gives me the peace to be able to relax. She instinctively knows where to rub, or how to help soften the pain. Thanks Mom and Allan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laboring in the bathtub in the master bathroom when my midwife arrived. She had sent her supplies and apprentice to the house several hours earlier. At last check I was 7-8 centimeters dilated. Shortly after she arrived I suddenly felt the need to push. My midwife and support team helped me out of the tub, but Petal was coming fast! Everyone scrambled to get the birth supplies into bathroom. We moved from the tub to the floor in the bathroom, and about 5 minutes later we welcomed Petal into the world! She was born at 12:47, and weighed 8lbs 12oz. She was 21 1/2 inches long, and to her mommy and daddy- just beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had posted on facebook that I was in labor, and had given a couple of updates, including announcing Petal's delivery. Since her sex was a secret- mom wasn't announcing that, and there were several people very anxious to hear the news. My favorite comment was from a friend who demanded that "someone give that woman a laptop!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters were all there to welcome Petal into the world, and helped care for, clothe, weigh and measure her. I feel so blessed to have been able to have my family aro&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5rlJbVQPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CVYajfWJYtk/s1600-h/289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810095528394994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5rlJbVQPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CVYajfWJYtk/s320/289.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;und me, creating such a peaceful enviroment, and a joyful home birth!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5jkihdf8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OOAsZ9w4P00/s1600-h/289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-5425383795623700612?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5425383795623700612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=5425383795623700612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/5425383795623700612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/5425383795623700612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/petals-arrival.html' title='Petal&apos;s Arrival!!!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/Sd5tUG-8ymI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EWEIQe3_CNM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-6560911402111426648</id><published>2009-04-09T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:34:19.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year and a half!</title><content type='html'>How is this possible? I decided I needed to update my blog, and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; again. I was flabbergasted to realize that it had been a year and a half since I had posted anything. How? It certainly hasn't felt that long! I've had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of good intentions to log on and keep things updated. I wanted a place to journal my thoughts, and the activities that fill my days. Mostly though- I wanted to be able to document the lives of my children as they grow and discover and bring laughter to our lives. I feel I've learned my lesson now. How quickly time flies by! No more long gaps in my blog. I'll forget all the little things that my children do that bring me laughter! I don't want to forget, I want my children to be able to go back and read those stories. So here's to the stories, the laughter, and the tears that make up a life, a home, a family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-6560911402111426648?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6560911402111426648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=6560911402111426648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6560911402111426648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/6560911402111426648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-and-half.html' title='A year and a half!'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-7869555826004828219</id><published>2007-09-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:28:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Deceit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; okay, so I know I’m a total dork- but I’m gonna tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at Macy’s today….and was looking at their down comforters- so I came home and was looking online- doing some comparisons. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; steamed. Macy’s is totally- in my opinion- misleading people. They have labeled their comforters Lightweight, Medium weight and Heavyweight. So you would assume heavyweight is better right? It’s more expensive. But it’s not. They are selling comforters based on the weight- not the fill power. The heavyweight comforters are only like 500 fill power! But they are thick and bulk. Which tells me that in a year or two- the comforter is going to be crappy= it’s going to get packed down and not work right anymore. Their lightweights have a fill power of 600-700. I just think that’s so crazy. I really hate situations where consumers are misled.  Please don't be confused by their marketing ploy's. They are selling heavier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comforters&lt;/span&gt; with lower fill power- because it cost less to make- meaning a larger profit margin for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the market for a comforter, here's some information to help you be informed. Down is natures best insulator, and keeps you warm trapping heat in the air by the down cluster. You are kept warm by the later of warm air trapping in the comforter, not by trapping heat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; to your body. Fill power is the number of cubic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inches&lt;/span&gt; one ounce of down will fill. The more and larger the down clusters (that's what keeps you warm), the higher the fill power. The higher the fill power, the better the air trapping and insulating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt; of the down. You increase the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;insulating&lt;/span&gt; capability be increasing fill power NOT adding more down. Too much down will compress it down- defeating it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insulating&lt;/span&gt; capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at a comforter - you should decide how cold you get in a cold room. In a 70 degree room, are you comfortable, hot, or cold sleeping? If you are hot (warm) you would want a fill power of 550-575, if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; a fill power of 650-675 would suit you best. If you on the other hand are cold (not by dear sweet husband!) you would want a fill power of 700 or higher. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;- but what to do if you are cold, but your husband is hot (speaking from experience)- rely on the magic of layering. Chose a down comforter that will work best from whichever partner gets warmer- and then add a throw or blanket onto the side of the colder partner. Works great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-7869555826004828219?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7869555826004828219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=7869555826004828219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/7869555826004828219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/7869555826004828219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2007/09/down-and-deceit.html' title='Down and Deceit'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-2308905734679901494</id><published>2007-08-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:33:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I gotten in to????</title><content type='html'>I wanna know what happened to "out of sight, out of mind"! Or better yet, the simple stage when they couldn't walk, much less crawl. You could place your little darling on a blanket in the middle of the room and 5 min. later- they are still there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; the sweet simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly believed that 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; were supposed to be innocent and simple. Maybe that's just a creative story that mother's pass down to their daughters to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guarentee&lt;/span&gt; future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;granchildren&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put a lock on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mickle&lt;/span&gt; Pickle's closet door in an attempt to stop the room from throwing up toys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;serveral&lt;/span&gt; times a day. Half his toys belong in the closet, half out for play- and about once a week- we do a switch. Of course that's the plan, - but so far only the closet has only been locked- there are no toys behind the lock. So currently when you walk into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mickle's&lt;/span&gt; room- you're practically attacked by toys. Could someone explain how the heck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mickle&lt;/span&gt; manages to evenly scatter his toys around the room? I mean there isn't a square inch of carpet showing in the room. There are no piles of toys- it's as if there is a blanket of toys evenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accross&lt;/span&gt; the room. I'm sure this natural scattering ability will come be of benefit in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;choosen&lt;/span&gt; profession. On second thought, what profession would that be? Last time I checked there wasn't a huge demand for seed sowers- and that's the only place I can think of that his "special ability" would actually come in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Allan and I were more than happy with the newly applied closet lock- but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mickel's&lt;/span&gt; reaction wasn't quite as joyful. All day long he argued with my, complaining that the door was locked....as if I wasn't already aware, or maybe had forgotten the previous 20 times he told me in that last 5 min. Over and over I tried to explain, and then moved to just being matter of fact "Mommy wants it locked, therefore - IT"S STAYING LOCKED! I'm finally understanding the whole concept of "because I said so" That wasn't the first response I'm sure, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; that after 5 million times of trying to explain the same answer over and over.........you get down to - BECAUSE I SAID SO. It's that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;proverbial&lt;/span&gt; last straw. By 5:00pm I felt like I had finally gotten through to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mickel&lt;/span&gt; (I know, I know, how could I have fallen for that?). He was no longer begging for the door to be unlocked- now keep in mind, there are NO toys in there, it's just the outrage of having something off limits- the horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mickel&lt;/span&gt;- fed up with my responses about the lock, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; decided to take care of the problem himself- I mean after all, he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;whoppin&lt;/span&gt; 2 years old. He had dragged a kitchen chair through the entire house and into his room. Having noticed him as I walked past his room, I now stood quietly by and watched him. He stood on that chair with his little tykes toy drill/screwdriver, trying over and over to to unscrew the lock. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mickle&lt;/span&gt; Pickle Rice!" He startled, and then slowly moved the screwdriver away from the door- as if I might not notice, obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; at being stopped, and delusional in believing that he was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;succeeding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So could someone tell me what I've gotten myself into? I didn't think he was supposed to be able to reason enought to pull of stunts like that until he was at least 4 or 5 years old. What am I gonna do when he realizes he just needs to get daddy's drill????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-2308905734679901494?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2308905734679901494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=2308905734679901494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/2308905734679901494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/2308905734679901494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-have-i-gotten-in-to.html' title='What have I gotten in to????'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763763129431322709.post-3423773800533336764</id><published>2007-08-23T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:30:52.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starter....</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not really a writer. I'm much more of a talker, as in much much more. Ask my husband, mother, or better yet, my friend's husband(I keep her on the phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; too much). Sometimes though, I have the desire to write. Just an outlet, a way to express emotion and capture events for all of eternity. Maybe it's some kind of prehistoric urge(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;- so they didn't write during the prehistoric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;era&lt;/span&gt;- so maybe a little after that), or more likely a brilliant excuse to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;closing&lt;/span&gt; my eyes and going to sleep at a descent time. Whatever the reason- I've started this blog. For now- this is for me.....yes just me. Who knows, I might share it in the future, or maybe someone will stumble upon it and roll their eyes at the ramblings of a lunatic (also known as mother of a 2yr old), in the meantime- no friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little background: I'm 26, live outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;, and like long walks on the.....oh wait- wrong topic.... I have been happily married (no really, happily - crazy huh?) for 4 years now, and have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;precocious&lt;/span&gt; 2 year old little boy. Ok- so that's enough for now- everything else you can find out later. I hear my little guy up again- and after all, why not? It's only 3:30 in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763763129431322709-3423773800533336764?l=riceinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3423773800533336764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763763129431322709&amp;postID=3423773800533336764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3423773800533336764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763763129431322709/posts/default/3423773800533336764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceinmay.blogspot.com/2007/08/starter.html' title='Starter....'/><author><name>Riceinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12400105905786841374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1_mHfTKEI/SeLFOPS9JtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5xjfhP53r9A/S220/michaelmommyanddaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
