<?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-8563286289122470019</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:45:12.339-05:00</updated><category term='Zoo'/><category term='Jumble'/><title type='text'>It's as simple as my life....</title><subtitle type='html'>My Journey as a new mother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5847277639681522941</id><published>2010-09-13T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:15:33.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved &lt;a href="http://www.thesimplelifeoflilyandclaire.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Please come visit me!&amp;nbsp; Follow me!&amp;nbsp; And comment on my first post with a link to your Blog so I can re-follow you!&amp;nbsp; Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5847277639681522941?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5847277639681522941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5847277639681522941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5847277639681522941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5847277639681522941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8265934657584215277</id><published>2010-09-01T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:29:16.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I not a pirate, I Wiwy"</title><content type='html'>As said by my Two year old Little girl.&amp;nbsp; She is no longer my baby, and it's becoming painfully obvious by the things she says to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday in the car on the way home, the radio station was fuzzy so I changed it to a new one and from the back seat I hear this...."Mommy, I no like this sing, it be over soon?"&amp;nbsp; Hmm.&amp;nbsp; Since when does she has opinions on music selection in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&amp;nbsp; My 'baby' is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8265934657584215277?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8265934657584215277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8265934657584215277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8265934657584215277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8265934657584215277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-not-pirate-i-wiwy.html' title='&quot;I not a pirate, I Wiwy&quot;'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-4768235487433432721</id><published>2010-08-23T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:10:02.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where she's at: 27 Month's Old</title><content type='html'>Miss Lily has taken a keen interest in Tea Party's lately.&amp;nbsp; Especially is there is "copcorn" (popcorn) or M&amp;amp;M's involved.&amp;nbsp; This melts me because &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;love tea parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves her "tater heads".&amp;nbsp; She has a mommy tater head and a daddy tater head.&amp;nbsp; And I'm thinking some babies are in their future.&amp;nbsp; Possibly for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully she's still really into them when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting very excited to meet her "Care" and help take care of her, and there has been a lot of practicing going around.&amp;nbsp; Though it's been decided that while the girl can help change her and feed her, there is NO WAY we are going to let Lily carry the baby.&amp;nbsp; I don't think the foot carry or the neck carry is appropriate for a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lily is a blabber mouth to the max too.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of a word she won't say (in fact I'm sure she's taught me a few).&amp;nbsp; Of course we all knew she was doomed to this destiny from before she was born as Adam and myself are not exactly the quiet types.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully everyone she knows finds this feature about her as endearing as we do.&amp;nbsp; I sure can get frustrated when she asks me 4 trillion questions a day, or repeats the same thing over and over again hoping for a different answer.&amp;nbsp; But honestly I wouldn't trade it for the world.&amp;nbsp; I love listening to her talk.&amp;nbsp; And in turn I am 90% certain that we have fewer meltdowns than other kids her age because she can communicate with us so well what she needs/wants.&amp;nbsp; Does she always get what she wants?&amp;nbsp; HECK NO, and we do get meltdowns for that.&amp;nbsp; But at least we don't get meltdowns because she is thirsty or whatever and just can't express it.&amp;nbsp; So long paragraph short: I'll keep my blabbermouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is VERY VERY much a daddy's girl.&amp;nbsp; I also love this.&amp;nbsp; Sure most of the time she prefers daddy to me, but that's ok, cause honestly I love watching them wrestle and chase each other.&amp;nbsp; They are adorable.&amp;nbsp; I knew Adam was going to be a great dad and he sure has let me (or the girl) down yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still very very much in the "I want to help" stage and I try really hard to use it so much now that when she's older and won't help I can say that at least when she was little she liked to help me.&amp;nbsp; It also drives her crazy when something gets spilled or if anything is left open.&amp;nbsp; When we got home from daycare yesterday she walks into the kitchen, pushes the drawer shut without batting an eyelash and went on her merry way.&amp;nbsp; She gets that from her daddy too.&amp;nbsp; He hates it when the cabinet doors are left open and I have to admit even though I know this, it's just not in my wiring to pay attention to whether or not I shut the doors.&amp;nbsp; Oops.&amp;nbsp; At least I have people who'll close them up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a Lily update.&amp;nbsp; She's spunky, bossy, but kind and caring.&amp;nbsp; Always willing to share (on her terms) and a true comedian.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't ask for a better 2 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-4768235487433432721?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/4768235487433432721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=4768235487433432721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4768235487433432721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4768235487433432721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-shes-at-27-months-old.html' title='Where she&apos;s at: 27 Month&apos;s Old'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-4813867490052182215</id><published>2010-08-19T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:08:41.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is for the Birds</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure most of you have noticed I don't really post much these days.&amp;nbsp; One of the main reasons is I simply &lt;strike&gt;am not that interesting&lt;/strike&gt; don't have much to talk about.&amp;nbsp; The other main reason is...I do most of my blogging while I'm at work, and wouldn't you know it, lately they want me to actually EARN my paycheck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's funny though.&amp;nbsp; The whole time I've worked here I've wished for more work. Sure we've had a few busy times when I have been busier but I don't think I've ever been THIS busy.&amp;nbsp; It's nice cause the days have been flying by, but at the same time, when you go 5 years with having at least a little bit of downtime each day, it definitely takes some getting used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a couple jobs here too lately.&amp;nbsp; Of course my normal Receptionist/data entry activities, but I also do the Purchasing now, and while it doesn't usually take much time it definitely helps fill up my day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So when I'm at work these days, wouldn't you know it, I've actually been THINKING about work and so that sorta leaves me sucked dry when it comes to the creative/blogging part of my life.&amp;nbsp; Sure we have things going on.&amp;nbsp; I mean we have a TWO YEAR OLD.&amp;nbsp; Life is never boring with one of those in your house.&amp;nbsp; Plus another baby on the way.&amp;nbsp; But when it comes to blogging about that I feel less than inspired I guess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with this cute story about my 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was playing with her B (her lovie) and she had two baby bottles in her hand.&amp;nbsp; Completely unprompted she holds one up and announces "this one-a baby Care, this one-a B"&amp;nbsp; Yup you guessed it.&amp;nbsp; This mamma's heart melted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They really do know/retain more than we give them credit.&amp;nbsp; And my kid is no exception.&amp;nbsp; She is amazingly kind and caring (in her own bossy way)&amp;nbsp; and everyday I can't wait to see her with her little baby sister, Care (That's Claire for those of you who don't speak Lily).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-4813867490052182215?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/4813867490052182215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=4813867490052182215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4813867490052182215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4813867490052182215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-is-for-birds.html' title='Work is for the Birds'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1675792473792979781</id><published>2010-08-16T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:44:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; How on earth did we get to 24 weeks in this pregnancy already?&amp;nbsp; Nothing new or exciting to report really on that front.&amp;nbsp; Still just chugging along.&amp;nbsp; Talking to Lily about the new baby and how she can help and she has a pretty good list of things she can do with the new baby.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to ask her because you really don't realize how much a 2 year old can retain until you test it out.&amp;nbsp; Her list of things to do include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed her a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Change her diaper&lt;br /&gt;Cover her up with a blankie&lt;br /&gt;Bring her toys&lt;br /&gt;Rock her to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give her hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ones Lily will list off for you.&amp;nbsp; I think she's pretty excited to have this new little person to help with.&amp;nbsp; We are really lucky right now in that she LOVES to help with everything and I really don't see having a baby sister any different.&amp;nbsp; Oh I'm not stupid, I'm sure there will be issues, but for the most part I'm sure we'll do just fine with the help of Miss Lily.&amp;nbsp; She's got this thing all figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1675792473792979781?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1675792473792979781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1675792473792979781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1675792473792979781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1675792473792979781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/08/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-793228680334352871</id><published>2010-08-04T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:01:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess we are a judgy nation....</title><content type='html'>and I should just get used to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pride myself on my ability to almost always see both sides of anything regardless of my personal feelings on something.&amp;nbsp; I really LOVE that quality about myself.&amp;nbsp; It's certainly not something I can say often, but I rock at not being too judgy about things.&amp;nbsp; My mom calls it diplomatic.&amp;nbsp; And that I am.&amp;nbsp; I could think of a trillion examples of what I'm talking about but really all you have to do is turn on the news or read an article and you'll have one group of people completely bashing another for their choices that in the end really have no affect on them whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; I mean unless something is going to affect you or someone you love first hand why can't we all just get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do realize not everyone is wired this way.&amp;nbsp; I grew up with pretty much no political views and definitely with the attitude of "Hey, it may not be for me, but whatever works for you."&amp;nbsp; I dig it.&amp;nbsp; I think it helps to spend less time worrying about things other people do and just freakin' worry about yourselves for once.&amp;nbsp; Of course these days I DO have my own political views and views on things.&amp;nbsp; But in general I think we should all just worry about ourselves and quit being so judgy about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I realize I'm sorta contradicting myself with this post&amp;nbsp; since it's all about how we should quit judging others.&amp;nbsp; I guess it just really irks me that I get judged for things I do (as a parent, wife, daughter etc) and I wouldn't do that to someone else.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People need to filter there thoughts a bit and think about other peoples feelings and try to understand where people are coming from or why they are making the argument they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not black and white people.&amp;nbsp; And what fun would it be if it were?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-793228680334352871?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/793228680334352871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=793228680334352871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/793228680334352871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/793228680334352871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-guess-we-are-judgy-nation.html' title='I guess we are a judgy nation....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2090019558239667386</id><published>2010-08-03T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:37:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes....Tuesday Edition</title><content type='html'>1. I am 22 weeks pregnant today and I STILL managed to throw up this morning.&amp;nbsp; I'm so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; It's too Damn hot.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully it's suppose to cool down this weekend at least humidity wise.&amp;nbsp; That should be nice as this weekend is our county fair and I'm hoping we can get over there and have some fun with the girl.&amp;nbsp; She's at the perfect age for that stuff now and I know she'll love all the animals, food and fun stuff they have there!&amp;nbsp; Hoping we can hit up the demo derby too but we'll have to see how it's going to work out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been debating ending this blog for a while now.&amp;nbsp; Part of me wants to cause I don't feel like I really write much with substance or meaning and part of me wants to keep it since I have so much recorded here of Miss Lily's life and our life with her.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to forget that stuff.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully my inspiration will come back and I'll find more things to write about soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to consider myself a worrier.&amp;nbsp; I thought I worried about everything, and maybe I used to.&amp;nbsp; But lately I've been thinking about it and I don't think I worry near as much as I should.&amp;nbsp; I rarely worry.&amp;nbsp; I don't worry about Lily.&amp;nbsp; I NEVER worry about what COULD happen to people.&amp;nbsp; I don't really worry about Money or relationships or anything.&amp;nbsp; Is that weird.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm worrying about how much I worry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whatever.&amp;nbsp; Now the word Word worry sounds funny doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who gives a giant rip about Brett Favre.&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of him and his drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They are keeping me busy at work.&amp;nbsp; It's nice.&amp;nbsp; The days go by faster and it also means that I will have a job for a while anyway.&amp;nbsp; Now that I've been laid off I'm uber paranoid about it now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I bruised my hand and wrist up this weekend.&amp;nbsp; This is odd for a couple reasons.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to pound something back together and used my hand (which I've done before, many times and never bruised)&amp;nbsp; And I NEVER bruise.&amp;nbsp; I mean sometimes I do things and I think, oh yeah that's going to leave a mark.&amp;nbsp; But it never does.&amp;nbsp; Now the palm of my right hand is all bruised and it HURTS BAD and my wrist is all bruised up too though that bruise doesn't hurt.&amp;nbsp; I didn't learn a lesson though cause I'll likely do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2090019558239667386?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2090019558239667386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2090019558239667386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2090019558239667386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2090019558239667386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-quick-takestuesday-edition.html' title='7 Quick Takes....Tuesday Edition'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2051836737325678159</id><published>2010-07-28T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:11:40.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would almost call it nesting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So inspired by this &lt;a href="http://thestepfordwife.blogspot.com/2010/07/framed-monogram-letters.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheStepfordWife+%28The+Stepford+Wife%29"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by Kristan.&amp;nbsp; I decided to make some of these for not only Lily but for Claire too.&amp;nbsp; And if you ask me (besides Lily's being a little crooked) they make the perfect addition to their room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TFBIUuoAEbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ES8uTkpFB08/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TFBIUuoAEbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ES8uTkpFB08/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TFBIXOWrSPI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oWDJHipZPZc/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TFBIXOWrSPI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oWDJHipZPZc/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd post directions on how to make them but I think Kristan did that quite well so if you are curious head over to her blog to check it out.&amp;nbsp; I of course didn't do the frames to save some money, so I just skipped that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2051836737325678159?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2051836737325678159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2051836737325678159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2051836737325678159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2051836737325678159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-would-almost-call-it-nesting.html' title='I would almost call it nesting....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TFBIUuoAEbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ES8uTkpFB08/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6976970430075611887</id><published>2010-07-20T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:19:44.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 fingers, 10 toes.....</title><content type='html'>So we had our Ultrasound on Friday!&amp;nbsp; I'm sure most of you have heard already that we are having another GIRL!&amp;nbsp; I'm excited, Adam is excited and Lily is pretty indifferent at this point.&amp;nbsp; I did manage to get her to call the baby by her name, and she knows where Claire lives. So it's pretty adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting to post until I actually remembered to take some pictures of their room, I made some letters to spell their names inspired by some friends that have done it.&amp;nbsp; They turned out great and i can't wait to share them with the world.&amp;nbsp; However I have to remember to actually take the photo first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; We had to go to a specialist because of Lily's heart condition.&amp;nbsp; And thankfully all looked great.&amp;nbsp; Everything measured SPOT ON. and Nothing was off or anything.&amp;nbsp; The Dr. said the heart looked great but we should still do the Echo (which is scheduled for Thursday) to just make sure all is well.&amp;nbsp; So of course I'll update after that appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we are just enjoying the fact that we are going to have 2 beautiful little girls!&amp;nbsp; What more could we ask for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6976970430075611887?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6976970430075611887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6976970430075611887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6976970430075611887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6976970430075611887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-fingers-10-toes.html' title='10 fingers, 10 toes.....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-718845912025442006</id><published>2010-07-13T07:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:48:35.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need to add a caption?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TDxgipuBvMI/AAAAAAAAAuU/t6_nZulgqF0/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-718845912025442006?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/718845912025442006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=718845912025442006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/718845912025442006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/718845912025442006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-i-need-to-add-caption.html' title='Do I need to add a caption?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TDxgipuBvMI/AAAAAAAAAuU/t6_nZulgqF0/s72-c/IMG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2314138782751798986</id><published>2010-07-06T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:15:28.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the countdown begins....</title><content type='html'>That would be the countdown until the day we find out if the baby is a boy or a girl.&amp;nbsp; July 16th is THE day!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say I am not at all sure how we managed to NOT find out with Lily because I am already dying of curiosity.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; I have so many things I want to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have a girl:&lt;br /&gt;Go through Lily's clothes and pick out season appropriate clothes (since they will be opposite seasons)&lt;br /&gt;Make room in the girls dresser and closet for new baby's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Start pulling out baby supplies and checking for things we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have a boy:&lt;br /&gt;Go through Lily's clothes and pull out neutrals and probably get rid of the rest (except for a few favs)&lt;br /&gt;Start getting boy clothes&lt;br /&gt;Start pulling out baby supplies and checking for things we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to make a final decision on if we want to get a bassinet or not.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why I'm so torn.&amp;nbsp; Part of me thinks a bassinet is the way to go cause it's smaller than our Pack and play and it will fit in our bedroom better, but then part of me doesn't want to spend the money on one since we have a perfectly good pack and play with a newborn section in it that would work.&amp;nbsp; Of course we have a crib but I think for the first few nights at home at least we will keep baby in our room so that Lily can get used to having a baby around and hearing a baby cry before we shove it into her room with her.&amp;nbsp; Cause we're thoughtful like that.&amp;nbsp; I'm not super concerned about it though since Lily is a pretty hard sleeper and I think once she gets used to it it wouldn't be a big deal and she won't even twitch when baby cries. But I guess you never know til the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my point is, I'm antsy.&amp;nbsp; I wanna do stuff and I can't do much (or at least it's pointless until we know gender) to go through stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the question of, if it's another girl, do I re-decorate the girls room?&amp;nbsp; Which could be really fun.&amp;nbsp; Re-paint and stuff or just leave it?&amp;nbsp; It's cute the way it is so I guess we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2314138782751798986?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2314138782751798986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2314138782751798986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2314138782751798986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2314138782751798986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And the countdown begins....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3089848626763079752</id><published>2010-06-24T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:30:33.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes.</title><content type='html'>Things I'm thankful for edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thankful for family.&amp;nbsp; Sure we may not see a lot of them a lot of the times, But I know they are there if we ever need them.&amp;nbsp; Adam and I (and Miss Lily) are so blessed to have a pretty amazing support system.&amp;nbsp; I hear people complain about there In-Laws all the time too and I'm so thankful that we don't have issues like that.&amp;nbsp; I think I speak for both Adam and myself when I say we both have great in-laws.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a home and a place to raise our babies.&amp;nbsp; I know a lot of you hear me complain (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, more than I should) about how tiny my house is.&amp;nbsp; But really?&amp;nbsp; I'm very thankful that we even have a home.&amp;nbsp; A nice home that is filled with love.&amp;nbsp; We have a great yard and thankfully&amp;nbsp; PLENTY of storage.&amp;nbsp; Sure the walls close in on me sometimes but I know there are a lot of people out there who aren't as fortunate as we are and I don't want people to think I don't appreciate what I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My job!&amp;nbsp; Boy oh boy am I glad to be back at my old job.&amp;nbsp; Sure I've been back for over a month now, but I still can't help but think how much I like it here better than at the temp job I was working at.&amp;nbsp; Something really has to be said for coworkers (most of them) that you like and get along with.&amp;nbsp; I really just fit in here.&amp;nbsp; Of course I think everyone has things they'd love to change about their jobs but I'd take this one over any other any day of the week (except Friday, I don't work Fridays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zofran&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That's all I need to say on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful for Adam.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky that I have found a supportive loving husband who stands by me no matter what.&amp;nbsp; A partner, someone to laugh with and cry with (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I do most of the crying)&amp;nbsp; But the point remains the same, I can be myself with him without having to worry about what he may think.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm thankful that we live within our means.&amp;nbsp; Sure it would be awesome to have more money or be able to afford some of those things on my I want list.&amp;nbsp; But in reality, we do &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with what we have and I'm happy to not have any outrageous debt to have to contend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My beautiful Daughter.&amp;nbsp; She's truly the light of my day.&amp;nbsp; Her smile and hugs make me melt.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine life without her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3089848626763079752?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3089848626763079752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3089848626763079752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3089848626763079752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3089848626763079752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-quick-takes.html' title='7 Quick Takes.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6969260274884592765</id><published>2010-06-23T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:37:23.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is 2, Photographic Evidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TCH_OyK4OYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rw3tI3kV3d4/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6969260274884592765?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6969260274884592765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6969260274884592765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6969260274884592765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6969260274884592765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-is-2-photographic-evidence.html' title='My Baby is 2, Photographic Evidence.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TCH-4eDfl2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/AgRII6-suJA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6907823114916141631</id><published>2010-06-15T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:43:42.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs a recipe?</title><content type='html'>I think I watch WAY too many cooking shows (shut up Adam) because I no longer follow recipes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I've never been a big recipe person to begin with.&amp;nbsp; My family LOVES cookbooks but even with a pretty massive collection under their belts, they really only use them for baking.&amp;nbsp; And I've learned that's exactly what I do with mine.&amp;nbsp; Things you make all the time you learn to tweak to make them to fit your tastes better with time.&amp;nbsp; Of course watching the food network has really opened up my mind as far as what to make and the basic principals of it all.&amp;nbsp; For example.&amp;nbsp; I make stuffed mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; Adam and Lily and myself all like them.&amp;nbsp; I've never laid eyes on a recipe for stuffed mushrooms before and yet I make them and 98% of the time they turn out fantastic.&amp;nbsp; And if they don't turn out great I can usually remember it and fix it the next time.&amp;nbsp; I do this with other things too, meatloaf, meatballs, crock pot recipes etc.&amp;nbsp; But in honor of me making the mushrooms for dinner tonight I thought I'd post my method.&amp;nbsp; Of course ingredients are easily changed out for what's on hand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 container of mushrooms (white button or baby &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;portabellas&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp; We prefer the small mushrooms but larger is fine too.&lt;br /&gt;Take the stems out and dice them up fine.&amp;nbsp; In a saute' pan Saute' up some diced onion, garlic in some oil or butter.&amp;nbsp; Add herbs and spices to taste.&amp;nbsp; mix in some Seasoned bread crumbs to the consistency of a filling.&amp;nbsp; Add some cheese (whatever kind if fine, I've used &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Parm&lt;/span&gt; and Mozzarella before)&amp;nbsp; Put the mushrooms on a baking sheet and fill with filling.&amp;nbsp; Sprinkle extra cheese on top and bake at about 400 degrees for 15-20 minutes until the cheese is brown and the mushrooms are tender.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that would be delicious in these: diced peppers, ground sausage, other veggies diced small.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These would be great for a party or served with dinner, like a meatloaf.&amp;nbsp; You can use a lot of the same ingredients in the meatloaf too and it would tie together nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6907823114916141631?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6907823114916141631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6907823114916141631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6907823114916141631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6907823114916141631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-needs-recipe.html' title='Who needs a recipe?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2280147428857602772</id><published>2010-06-10T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:46:27.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the way my brain works these days....</title><content type='html'>Had my first Dr. appointment yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Went well, met my Dr. for the first time.&amp;nbsp; She seems nice.&amp;nbsp; Uses a lot of big words though which I am totally not used to but I'll manage.&amp;nbsp; Got to hear the baby's heartbeat which was nice.&amp;nbsp; She found it right away which was always a struggle with Lily.&amp;nbsp; She always found the one spot in there that no one could ever find her, as a result we got an extra ultrasound than normal with her so that they could find her.&amp;nbsp; But not this one.&amp;nbsp; He/she was right there, bragging about his/her heartbeat.&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&amp;nbsp; I also got some more &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Zofran&lt;/span&gt; which seems to be helping a lot with my upset stomach.&amp;nbsp; Last time they gave me the dissolvable ones and they just didn't seem to work as well.&amp;nbsp; So now with these I can take have the amount and still feel better.&amp;nbsp; I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am off work, Happy about it too, I have A LOT that needs to get done including but not limited to: Laundry, Dishes, Vacuuming, grocery shopping, the girl's two year pics.&amp;nbsp; And a laundry list of other things that I never seem to have the energy or ambition to do.&amp;nbsp; But alas, I must get it done, no more putting it off til "tomorrow" cause it never seems to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and I are on our own for dinner tonight and I'm just really not sure what to make.&amp;nbsp; Probably peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with some canned veggie or something.&amp;nbsp; Simple and doesn't require any dishes to cook with which is a good thing considering the current state of my kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Seriously though I really should take before and after pics, though I'd be a bit ashamed to actually POST the photos of my messy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been watching a lot of "Billy the Exterminator" Despite his horrible fashion choices it's a pretty interesting show.&amp;nbsp; And of course there was an episode on about someone that had squirrels in their attic......and all the damage they do and whatnot.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, its just an even more urgent reminder that we need to evict the squirrels that have taken hold of our attic space sooner rather than later.&amp;nbsp; Sadly it's not easily accessible.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how much it would cost to have someone to come out and take care of it for us.&amp;nbsp; I should add that to my list of things to do.&amp;nbsp; *sigh* and the list just keeps growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2280147428857602772?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2280147428857602772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2280147428857602772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2280147428857602772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2280147428857602772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/heres-way-my-brain-works-these-days.html' title='Here&apos;s the way my brain works these days....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8194182439554575584</id><published>2010-06-07T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:00:12.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the truth.</title><content type='html'>The truth is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I feel bad that I keep complaining about it and I’m sure I’m alienating those people closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not feel like a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not feel like a good mother right now. My patience is so worn thin that the stupidest things make me mad and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel frustrated that I can’t seem to get any relief no matter what I try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel alone. I do know that I’m not alone and I have lots of people there that love me and want to help but I can’t help but feel SO SO alone like no one understands what I’m going through right now, even though I know that thought process is stupid and there are people that understand or at least TRY to understand what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I do feel blessed that we are having another baby, but don’t be surprised if I don’t let it show til I start feeling better. My nerves and emotions are all out of wack right now and I’ve lost sight of some of my priorities. I hope to be back to myself soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I’m not sure I want more kids. I LOVE having kids and being a mom and idealing I’d love to have some more kids after this one, but I just don’t know if I could do this all again. Not just to myself but to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I was so looking forward to this summer. Lily is at such a fun age right now and she is learning stuff like crazy and I was so looking forward to taking her places and doing things with her and now these days all I want to do is lay in bed and cry and feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Life doesn’t seem fair. I know my suffering will be WELL worth it once this baby gets here, but like I said, it’s hard to keep sight of that when you feel like poo 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I want someone to hug me and tell me I’m doing great and that I’m doing an awesome job and they couldn’t do it as well as me and that our baby is going to be so amazing and this won’t last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I try to reach out to people but do it in all the wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I need to learn to communicate my frustration and ask for what I need without crying every. single. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8194182439554575584?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8194182439554575584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8194182439554575584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8194182439554575584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8194182439554575584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/heres-truth.html' title='Here&apos;s the truth.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-9212908822618551391</id><published>2010-06-02T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:13:53.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlmsUIEvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jjuhMrJfh5k/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlmsUIEvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jjuhMrJfh5k/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girl swimming in her pool after her birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZligiXLiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hyf5oliLiHw/s1600/DSC_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZligiXLiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hyf5oliLiHw/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying some of her birthday presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlUw5rJHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/9yF6aUHFxqI/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlUw5rJHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/9yF6aUHFxqI/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No party is complete without Elmo cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlLXCZv8I/AAAAAAAAAss/eeTqVS0NyDg/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlLXCZv8I/AAAAAAAAAss/eeTqVS0NyDg/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl with her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlemRysnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AwfltZsfLno/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlemRysnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AwfltZsfLno/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just having fun in her pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-9212908822618551391?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/9212908822618551391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=9212908822618551391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9212908822618551391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9212908822618551391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-in-pictures.html' title='A post in pictures'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/TAZlmsUIEvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jjuhMrJfh5k/s72-c/DSC_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5064141866376139719</id><published>2010-05-27T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:55:32.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Serious.</title><content type='html'>So inspired by &lt;a href="http://wwwadayinthelife-pat.blogspot.com/2010/05/inconsideration.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by my mom.&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd write my thoughts on the subject, whether they are welcome or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some back story for those of you that may not know.&amp;nbsp; I was always very very much a daddy's girl and in no way to I think I had it rough as a child, in fact my parents were awesome, they set limits but let us do our own thing.&amp;nbsp; They knew how to reign us in when it was needed and let have some slack when that was needed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the most part I wouldn't change a thing.&amp;nbsp; They worked hard to give us the things we had and I can't speak for my brother but I know I appreciated everything I've learned and was taught growing up.&amp;nbsp; But, there always was an elephant in the room.&amp;nbsp; Something we never talked about, because for the most part, it just wasn't THAT big of a deal.&amp;nbsp; Of course I can honestly say I'm sure none of us imagined it would turn out this way down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is an alcoholic.&amp;nbsp; I don't know for how long, I know for a very long time but I guess I never really noticed it as a problem until I was a teenager.&amp;nbsp; My dad can be the most fun, loving wonderful person you could ever meet.&amp;nbsp; OR he can be moody and one joke can send him over the edge and make you just want to run 100 miles in any direction just to get away.&amp;nbsp; No, He never physically hurt anyone, but sometimes words have edges as sharp as knives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7 years ago, a combination of Alcohol and Asprin gave my dad a perforated ulcer and he had to have a large portion of his stomache removed because of it.&amp;nbsp; It's been a LONG, HARD journey for him and my mom since then.&amp;nbsp; He can't work, which I think is a big part of the problem.&amp;nbsp; Work grounded my dad I think.&amp;nbsp; Gave him someplace where he couldn't drink, where he couldn't act out.&amp;nbsp; And he was Awesome at what he did.&amp;nbsp; I remember hearing stories about his day and how he could figure out things even the engineers couldn't see.&amp;nbsp; I think that crushed him that he couldn't go back to work after the surgery.&amp;nbsp; I think it still bothers him.&amp;nbsp; Of course SEVERAL surgeries later and many doctors telling him not to drink anymore or it would kill him.&amp;nbsp; Me hearing the words..."I will never drink again" come from my father, I thought that things would be ok somehow.&amp;nbsp; He was wonderful when he wasn't drinking.&amp;nbsp; Not moody or anything like what he was like while he was drinking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then he started drinking again.&amp;nbsp; Mix that with the pain killers he's on, that he also abuses now and what do you get.&amp;nbsp; A man that brings people down.&amp;nbsp; A man that is a shell of what he once was.&amp;nbsp; A shell of what I KNOW he can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in this story, I am lucky.&amp;nbsp; I got to grow up and move out, I got to go on and live my life and be happy with my wonderful husband and my beautiful little girl and now the new baby growing inside me.&amp;nbsp; But what about those who weren't so lucky?&amp;nbsp; My mom.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea how she does what she does everyday.&amp;nbsp; She is truly an inspiration.&amp;nbsp; I know she's not feeling like it lately.&amp;nbsp; And I know that she's having a rough time with everything that's been going on as of late.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say I'm not sure I would have stayed with my dad as long as she has.&amp;nbsp; They've been together 27 years and I wonder how many times my mom has thought about leaving?&amp;nbsp; My mom needs help.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not sure how to do that.&amp;nbsp; I feel lost and helpless and I'm sure she does too.&amp;nbsp; But at the end of the day I don't have to deal with that every day and I feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His problems have become EVERYONE'S problems.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who knows me will tell you have have irrational fears of alcohol and what it does to people.&amp;nbsp; It's unhealthy and I know that.&amp;nbsp; I guess call me afraid to go down the same path as my father, or if someone close to me was an alcoholic, I would be devastated.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure that would be a deal breaker for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm aware that he won't get help til he's ready but really if he hasn't hit is rock bottom and gotten his reality check by now, I don't think it will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm sorry for such a heavy post this morning.&amp;nbsp; In fact I debate even posting this wondering if these feelings and thoughts I have would be better kept inside.&amp;nbsp; But I guess the point of this is.&amp;nbsp; This is what I know and I'm just a daughter.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine how much worse it is and I have no clue.&amp;nbsp; But I do know this.&amp;nbsp; Mom, You are not alone, I love you more than anything and want you to know that I may not be there physically to help but if you ever need anything or want to talk about it, call me.&amp;nbsp; No one should have to deal with all of that on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5064141866376139719?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5064141866376139719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5064141866376139719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5064141866376139719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5064141866376139719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/05/totally-serious.html' title='Totally Serious.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5721157176268047282</id><published>2010-05-26T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:47:42.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lily!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday &lt;strike&gt;Baby &lt;/strike&gt;Big Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the most beautiful, smart, spunky, wonderful 2 year old I know!&amp;nbsp; Hope you have had a fantastic 2 years, cause I sure know I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I could ever tell you and look so forward to the next year and seeing you develop into the awesome person I know you'll be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5721157176268047282?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5721157176268047282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5721157176268047282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5721157176268047282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5721157176268047282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-lily.html' title='Happy Birthday Lily!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3070352760893657291</id><published>2010-05-25T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:57:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They're coming to take me away Ha Ha.</title><content type='html'>My To Do Lists that is.&amp;nbsp; I have a million of them and I never seem to fully get caught up on one list when another one creeps up on me.&amp;nbsp; Take for example my Housework To Do List.&amp;nbsp; We'll just use one task.&amp;nbsp; Laundry.&amp;nbsp; I finally think I'm caught up on it, WHAM there's another pile just laughing at me.&amp;nbsp; Or Dishes.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully Adam has been pretty helpful lately.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I'm really not sure that we would have a single dish to eat off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I feel like crap.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much all the time, and the rare times I do feel well the very last thing I want to do is clean.&amp;nbsp; I feel bad about this, I feel bad that I have no energy and everything makes me feel like puking.&amp;nbsp; I WANT to be a good wife, I WANT to be a good mother and I am just simply not feeling it right now.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that lily is too young to remember the whining and crying I've been doing.&amp;nbsp; I mean really, What kind of example is that for her?&amp;nbsp; So I have spent a lot of time lately feeling guilty and feeling sorry for myself and basically making everyone around me miserable.&amp;nbsp; I have stopped emailing friends.&amp;nbsp; I don't care to go out and do anything.&amp;nbsp; I just want to lay in bed all day and not do a darn thing.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am constantly disappointing people and getting on their nerves with my whining.&amp;nbsp; I try so hard not to but when you feel like crap it just sorta happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess my point is, I'm hoping this ends soon.&amp;nbsp; For not just my sake but for all those around me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3070352760893657291?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3070352760893657291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3070352760893657291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3070352760893657291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3070352760893657291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyre-coming-to-take-me-away-ha-ha.html' title='They&apos;re coming to take me away Ha Ha.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-4989320471031531199</id><published>2010-05-24T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:53:55.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Life....Back to Reality....</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lame song quote.&amp;nbsp; But I am in a good mood!&amp;nbsp; For months now I was on layoff from my permanant job and hated every minutes of my temp job.&amp;nbsp; Mix that with dealing with morning sickness (yup I'm pregnant, don't act like you didn't already know) and it's sorta been a miserable few months for me.&amp;nbsp; I hated my hours, didn't care for my co-workers.&amp;nbsp; I feel miserable about the state of my house but in reality I just haven't felt like cleaning it.&amp;nbsp; I mean that's a lot of work and I feel like crap about 95% of the time and the 5% that I am feeling well I sure don't want to waste it on cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that.&amp;nbsp; I got my old job back as of today!&amp;nbsp; I hit 12 weeks in the pregnancy world tomorrow and I am already gradually having more good days than bad so hopefully the end of the puking is in sight.&amp;nbsp; And today when I get to go pick up my daughter at 3:30 instead of 5:00 I will be happy!&amp;nbsp; So SO happy!&amp;nbsp; (and I'm sure so will our daycare lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the few people that read my blog and have wondered where the heck I am.&amp;nbsp; I'm here.&amp;nbsp; I just wasn't feeling very postive and you know the old saying..."if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"&amp;nbsp; Well that was me to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Back Baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-4989320471031531199?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/4989320471031531199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=4989320471031531199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4989320471031531199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4989320471031531199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-lifeback-to-reality.html' title='Back to Life....Back to Reality....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3003571696990647042</id><published>2010-04-03T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:59:09.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Egg "Hunt" of 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eNoxOcNjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eklhvT4t44E/s1600/DSC_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eNoxOcNjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eklhvT4t44E/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We waited a long time to "hunt" for these eggies.&amp;nbsp; I use the term hunt loosely since they were just sorta there.&amp;nbsp; LOL.&amp;nbsp; But the girl had a lot of fun and I swear the anticpation almost killed her.&amp;nbsp; All in all she was an amazing little girl and we played by the rules unlike a lot of other families there.&amp;nbsp; Blech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eN8bkYThI/AAAAAAAAAsc/14ZmvBf3XyM/s1600/DSC_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eN8bkYThI/AAAAAAAAAsc/14ZmvBf3XyM/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hunting for eggs.&amp;nbsp; I had to actually take her basket out since she kept leaving it there and other kids were starting to take them out of her basket.&amp;nbsp; She got quite a few though.&amp;nbsp; I am a proud momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eOTs2ht3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/pSE_NzHfbrU/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eOTs2ht3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/pSE_NzHfbrU/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is waiting for the eggs.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to get in there in the WORST way possible.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad we went though and it made her take a nice long nap after being in the wind and fresh air all morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3003571696990647042?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3003571696990647042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3003571696990647042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3003571696990647042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3003571696990647042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-egg-hunt-of-2010.html' title='The Great Egg &quot;Hunt&quot; of 2010.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S7eNoxOcNjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eklhvT4t44E/s72-c/DSC_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1325184608191650282</id><published>2010-04-01T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:35:27.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...it's been a while.....</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, not only do I not have much to talk about these days, but I also used to do the majority of my blogging from work.&amp;nbsp; And while I'm sure I could do it at my new job, I'm sure they'd frown on that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates in 7 quick takes form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I have been at my new job for 6 weeks now,&amp;nbsp; I still have mixed feelings about it but for now, it's a job.&amp;nbsp; Ideally I'd like to go back to my old job and only work part time 2-3 days a week.&amp;nbsp; But we'll see, they still have a lot of issues that they need to work through there before they hire people back and by the time they get it all straightened out I may decide I want to stay here.&amp;nbsp; The people may not be super friendly to me but it's a stable job and I seem to be ok at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; We got the girl a big girl bed.&amp;nbsp; No, she doesn't sleep in it yet though.&amp;nbsp; She likes to get in and out, and she likes to lay there while I read her a story but she still very much wants to sleep in her crib.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to push it at this point.&amp;nbsp; I want her to be excited about it not terrified to go near it.&amp;nbsp; I went with a toddler bed even though in the begining I didn't want to, but it fits great in the room with the crib in there since we will need the space eventually for baby number two...whenever that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I'm on the search for some really cool "big girl bedding".&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that that will help her want to stay in her bed more if she has something cool.&amp;nbsp; Besides she is still using her crib bedding and I bought that long before she was born and long before we knew she was a girl, so even though I love her bedding, I want to get her something more personal and that I think she'll love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; The weather here has been AMAZING lately so Adam got the girls sandbox all set up (thank you ken and gail!)&amp;nbsp; And of course she loves it.&amp;nbsp; I'll post some pics one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; The girl has been sleeping like it's going out of style lately thanks to all the fresh air, and it's been wonderful.&amp;nbsp; She also is getting 4 teeth right now, the eye teeth, they are at least popping through now so I'm hoping they will be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; We have a lot of easter plans including a massive egg hunt on saturday and dinner with my family on sunday.&amp;nbsp; Should be nice.&amp;nbsp; Of course Adam has to work, but isn't that the way it always has to work?&amp;nbsp; Stupid work alway getting in the way.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully he can do flex scheduleing so he can come and watch her hunt for eggs.&amp;nbsp; I will try and post pictures of that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; It's April, another new start of a new month.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure I blogged AT ALL in March but I'll try to blog more often this month.&amp;nbsp; Things have been crazy around here and I imaging they will only get crazier.&amp;nbsp; Since that seems to be the way life goes isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&amp;nbsp; My 7 quick takes for the day.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoyed them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1325184608191650282?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1325184608191650282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1325184608191650282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1325184608191650282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1325184608191650282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/04/soits-been-while.html' title='So...it&apos;s been a while.....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3643464071186422998</id><published>2010-02-28T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:49:01.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about major changes?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why it is but for me at least, it seems anytime something major changes (new job, new baby, going on a trip, moving etc.) it takes me what seems like FOREVER to adjust and feel back to normal again.&amp;nbsp; I don't think it's a big secret that I am not a huge fan of big changes.&amp;nbsp; I like routine and schedule and consistancy.&amp;nbsp; Well when any of those things above changes, it just seems so HARD to imagine life the way it will be with the new change.&amp;nbsp; And yes I'm&amp;nbsp; babbling about my new job again.&amp;nbsp; I just can't seem to picture myself with this new schedule, at this new job with these new people.&amp;nbsp; The job itself is fine.&amp;nbsp; Like always I over-react to things like that.&amp;nbsp; I hate the unexpected.&amp;nbsp; The job can be a little mundane but the time passes quickly enough I guess.&amp;nbsp; But I can't help but think how easy I transistioned into staying home and keeping house and taking care of miss Lily.&amp;nbsp; And then reflect on how HARD this transition back into working this job has become.&amp;nbsp; I'm certain I'm driving people nuts with my whining.&amp;nbsp; I feel bad about that but at the same time, I just can't help the way I feel.&amp;nbsp; I know, what dove it preltty goo.to comlain about rig?&amp;nbsp; I have it pretty goo.&amp;nbsp; But I just don't feel happy.&amp;nbsp; I feel happy when I'm home with my family but the dread that comes with the fact that tomorrow is Monday and I have to go back to a job that takes me away from the ONE thing I truely love doing just makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's all still just a matter of adjusting, and I figure about the time I finally get used to it, that's when my options will open up for me.&amp;nbsp; Cause isn't that just the way it always is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3643464071186422998?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3643464071186422998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3643464071186422998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3643464071186422998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3643464071186422998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-it-about-major-changes.html' title='What is it about major changes?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8347065242507196198</id><published>2010-02-21T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:13:14.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday.</title><content type='html'>A week ago that really meant nothing to me.&amp;nbsp; Sunday was just like any other day of the week.&amp;nbsp; I was carefree, enjoying being home with my amazing little girl and keeping my house extremely clean.&amp;nbsp; But this Sunday is different.&amp;nbsp; It's like the "old days" (you know&amp;nbsp;3 weeks ago) when I actually had to get up on Monday to go to work.&amp;nbsp; But this one is different.&amp;nbsp; The hours are different, the pay is different and the fact that I'm really not sure what the heck I'll be doing at this new job is different.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I took some time and laid in bed and watched Elmo with Lily.&amp;nbsp; We cuddled.&amp;nbsp; It was great.&amp;nbsp; Adam is at work.&amp;nbsp; And my In-Laws came to pick up Lily this morning.&amp;nbsp; She will having a sleepover at grandma's tonight.&amp;nbsp; I miss her WAY more than usual knowing that I have to go back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure I like this new direction life is going.&amp;nbsp; But I have faith that things will work out.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I will love this job, or my old one will call me back and I can get out.&amp;nbsp; I am most sad that I was really really enjoying being home with my little girl everyday and now I feel like I'll barely see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess now's a good time to start pushing bedtime back a bit so I can spend just a little more time with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8347065242507196198?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8347065242507196198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8347065242507196198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8347065242507196198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8347065242507196198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1156916623574294073</id><published>2010-02-20T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:56:21.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I got a Job.</title><content type='html'>I've had a few days to think about it now.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty bummed about the whole situation which is way more long and complicated than it should have been.&amp;nbsp; But now that I've thought about it I'm thankful and excited about the new opportunities that are in front of me.&amp;nbsp; I hate starting new jobs.&amp;nbsp; The first few days of not knowing what is expected of you is rough for me.&amp;nbsp; Meeting new people and learning what's expected is tough.&amp;nbsp; But it'll be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I haven't been writing much lately and it probably won't get better for a while til I can feel out my new job and learn what I can and can't do and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck as I start this new chapter in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1156916623574294073?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1156916623574294073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1156916623574294073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1156916623574294073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1156916623574294073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-i-got-job.html' title='Well, I got a Job.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2198824811189444760</id><published>2010-02-08T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:30:53.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my first day as a House Wife.</title><content type='html'>Cleaning.&amp;nbsp; I should have gone and gotten the girl from my parents house, however, it was snowing, hard with no signs of letting up so we decided it would be best and safest for all if the girl stayed with my parents another night.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they just hated that.&amp;nbsp; NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept in and watched tv in bed for a while.&amp;nbsp; Then I got up and showered and let the dog out.&amp;nbsp; Started some laundry and headed to Mills Fleet to pick up a few things we needed.&amp;nbsp; When I got home I cleaned the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; (oh lord did it need it)&amp;nbsp; And the bedrooms.&amp;nbsp; Swept and picked up stuff.&amp;nbsp; Vacuumed the stairs and the living room.&amp;nbsp; Did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and dining room.&amp;nbsp; I've been productive to say the least.&amp;nbsp; The last load of laundry is in the wash and I feel great.&amp;nbsp; I love it when the house is clean.&amp;nbsp; So for a while, I'll enjoy having a clean house.&amp;nbsp; Until the day comes when I get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did apply to about 5 jobs today so hopefully something will come of them.&amp;nbsp; A couple of them are just part time but I could handle that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say one thing though.&amp;nbsp; I miss the girl.&amp;nbsp; A Lot.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the roads and stuff will be better and so I can go and pick her up tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Either way I know she's in good hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2198824811189444760?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2198824811189444760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2198824811189444760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2198824811189444760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2198824811189444760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-i-spent-my-first-day-as-house-wife.html' title='How I spent my first day as a House Wife.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6599203948180276185</id><published>2010-01-28T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:01:53.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do they always cry for Momma?</title><content type='html'>Let me preface with my miss Lily is an AMAZING sleeper, she always has been and I suspect she always will be.&amp;nbsp; She generally goes to sleep super easy and she wakes up happy and ready to start her day.&amp;nbsp; Of course there are a few exceptions now and then but no one is perfect right?&amp;nbsp; So when she wakes up at night or crys in the middle of the night, it's unusual.&amp;nbsp; And for a while she did it a lot but would easily go right back to sleep without us having to even go in her room to check on her.&amp;nbsp; We truely are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when at 3:30 the other morning my &lt;strike&gt;baby&lt;/strike&gt; little girl woke up SCREAMING like someone was in her room trying to murder her, I woke up fast.&amp;nbsp; Of course she was crying hard for me, wanting mommy as most kids (i suspect anyway) do.&amp;nbsp; And I can tell you I am not the type to turn to mush when my baby cries.&amp;nbsp; Sure it bothers me, but not in the way most people say it does.&amp;nbsp; I find it annoying usually.&amp;nbsp; I mean hey, I want to sleep too.&amp;nbsp; But this cry was different.&amp;nbsp; I could tell she was upset and I didn't think she was going to go back to sleep easy for me.&amp;nbsp; So I got up right away and went to check on her.&amp;nbsp; She was standing up and very very upset.&amp;nbsp; Here is where the mother in me actually kicked in.&amp;nbsp; I wanted nothing more than to pick her up and soothe her pain.&amp;nbsp; I could tell she was upset.&amp;nbsp; But my brain new better.&amp;nbsp; My brain told me to gently stroke her hair and lay her back down.&amp;nbsp; Tuck her in and sound happy to do it.&amp;nbsp; I gave her, her little buddy "B" and tucked her in, told her I loved her and left the room as we always do when she wakes up at night.&amp;nbsp; She wined and wimpered a few minutes more but quickly went back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I however did not drift right back to dreamland.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I laid awake until about 5:00 when I finally fell back to sleep and the alarm taunted me by going off just 15 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what bothered my sweet girl, but I actually felt bad.&amp;nbsp; I felt sorry that she was so upset but I was happy she calmed down so easily and fell back into dreamland.&amp;nbsp; Such is the life of a parent right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6599203948180276185?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6599203948180276185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6599203948180276185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6599203948180276185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6599203948180276185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-do-they-always-cry-for-momma.html' title='Why do they always cry for Momma?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-568616217502484490</id><published>2010-01-20T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:18:07.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I learned recently...</title><content type='html'>Miss Lily is NOT a morning person either.&amp;nbsp; She is just like her mommy and daddy in that sense.&amp;nbsp; Though for a while I thought she was a morning person.&amp;nbsp; Turns out she is a morning person but only when she wakes up on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&amp;nbsp; For those that don't know.&amp;nbsp; Adam got a promotion at work.&amp;nbsp; He's pretty excited about that.&amp;nbsp; But part of it was he works 7-4 on some days and 9-6 on some days.&amp;nbsp; The last few days when Adam has been scheduled for 7-4, we have to get Miss Lily up at ten to 6 or so in the morning in order to get her dressed and ready to go to daycare.&amp;nbsp; She is not pleased with this.&amp;nbsp; Man I never knew my kid could be so crabby/whiny. &lt;strike&gt;She gets that from her daddy I think.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thankfully she has still been really good at daycare and we are lucky to have a daycare provider that is flexible with her schedule since it's sorta all over the place right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this time I thought the girl was a morning person.&amp;nbsp; Here's one time I'm sorta glad I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; But you won't hear me say that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-568616217502484490?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/568616217502484490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=568616217502484490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/568616217502484490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/568616217502484490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-thing-i-learned-recently.html' title='One thing I learned recently...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7792814250600375795</id><published>2010-01-13T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:57:26.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to my blog?</title><content type='html'>Truth is, I just haven't been feeling it lately.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what it is either?&amp;nbsp; In the world of Lily it seems there is always something to talk about, but truthfully I just haven't felt much like talking lately.&amp;nbsp; It seems email, blogs things like that have been put on the back burner for me right now.&amp;nbsp; I love my friends yet I have no interest in writing an email back and I surely haven't felt like talking on the phone.&amp;nbsp; Is it winter?&amp;nbsp; Is it cause it's so cold, so dreary?&amp;nbsp; Who knows.&amp;nbsp; All I know is I hope I start to feel like myself again soon.&amp;nbsp; Very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7792814250600375795?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7792814250600375795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7792814250600375795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7792814250600375795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7792814250600375795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatever-happened-to-my-blog.html' title='Whatever happened to my blog?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6586350500053353467</id><published>2010-01-11T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:41:03.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3ifTpLrI/AAAAAAAAArk/TaIixouqZzE/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3ifTpLrI/AAAAAAAAArk/TaIixouqZzE/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girl of course.&amp;nbsp; The New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3a4TpgEI/AAAAAAAAArM/f-CXjyoeFUU/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3a4TpgEI/AAAAAAAAArM/f-CXjyoeFUU/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The typical family photo.&amp;nbsp; There is a part of each of us in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3dVCzQHI/AAAAAAAAArU/F0xQWOqNZzk/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3dVCzQHI/AAAAAAAAArU/F0xQWOqNZzk/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lily sitting on my burried nephew.&amp;nbsp; Fun in the snow, Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3fuafriI/AAAAAAAAArc/M6gX_bM-D7s/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3fuafriI/AAAAAAAAArc/M6gX_bM-D7s/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got a lot of snow and it was perfect for snowmen, so we did just that.&amp;nbsp; My nephew and my Brother helped while Adam and my Sister in law wastched the dogs and looked for sticks and stuff to use as arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9dg3R-cI/AAAAAAAAArs/XI-v66xp__o/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9dg3R-cI/AAAAAAAAArs/XI-v66xp__o/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning.&amp;nbsp; The girl being very dainty with the paper, it took her a while to get into it but she had fun unwrapping this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9kFGQQzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EWu9RtIF_UY/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9kFGQQzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EWu9RtIF_UY/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She sorta looks evil here.&amp;nbsp; She kept seeing the pictures on the backs of the boxes and getting mad at us cause she wanted to play with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Silly Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9pDfrTfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9dccTViVc14/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t9pDfrTfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9dccTViVc14/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy Daughter right there if I ever saw one.&amp;nbsp; This one was actually taken last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6586350500053353467?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6586350500053353467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6586350500053353467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6586350500053353467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6586350500053353467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos.html' title='Photos.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/S0t3ifTpLrI/AAAAAAAAArk/TaIixouqZzE/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7601319751985324037</id><published>2010-01-08T20:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:44:17.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you are curious....</title><content type='html'>I have started my 365 day photo project.&amp;nbsp; You can see it &lt;a href="http://mirandas365photos.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Please feel free to comment on photos and let me know what you think.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going for award winning or anything.&amp;nbsp; Just having some fun with it for now and I may get more serious/more technical with it later.&amp;nbsp; I mean I have a whole year to play with it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7601319751985324037?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7601319751985324037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7601319751985324037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7601319751985324037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7601319751985324037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-case-you-are-curious.html' title='In case you are curious....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7303258894144242507</id><published>2010-01-06T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:51:06.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Miss Lillian,</title><content type='html'>Don't think for a second that I took that extra long bedtime hug you gave me tonight for granted.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;apreciated every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7303258894144242507?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7303258894144242507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7303258894144242507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7303258894144242507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7303258894144242507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-miss-lillian.html' title='Dear Miss Lillian,'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-222301426500412977</id><published>2010-01-05T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:16:10.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Know I haven't Forgot.</title><content type='html'>I have been busy.&amp;nbsp; And a &lt;strike&gt;little &lt;/strike&gt;lot busy lately with the holidays and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not wishing everyone a Merry Christmas or a Happy&amp;nbsp; New Year or even really saying happy birthday to myself.&amp;nbsp; (yes, I'd totally do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off work the past two weeks (coming back yesterday) and I can honestly say when I am at home the very last thing on my mind is updating my blog.&amp;nbsp; Though it should be more of a priority for me.&amp;nbsp; Cause as you may or may not know, I do not blog for you guys.&amp;nbsp; I blog for me.&amp;nbsp; It's my own journal.&amp;nbsp; And someday I hope to come back and read it and remember all the things about when Lily was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I need to gather all my photo cards together and bring them in so I can update on Christmas and New year and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course get started on my 365 day photo project.&amp;nbsp; One of these days I'll start.&amp;nbsp; I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So til tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Have a good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-222301426500412977?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/222301426500412977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=222301426500412977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/222301426500412977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/222301426500412977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-know-i-havent-forgot.html' title='Just Know I haven&apos;t Forgot.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1957516348733243925</id><published>2009-12-16T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:15:05.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a resolution though.</title><content type='html'>Since I don't like to actually do new years resolutions.&amp;nbsp; Ya know, fear of failure and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recently (like 5 minutes ago) read an email about photographers doing a picture of the day blog.&amp;nbsp; I love the idea and think it would be great.&amp;nbsp; Many people have said how they could really see their photos take shape through the year and how it has helped them to find opportunities every day to take better photos.&amp;nbsp; So I plan to do that.&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp; Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking forward to starting that in January.&amp;nbsp; Now I can't say I'll post every day but I will post a photo for every day and a seperate post for each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1957516348733243925?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1957516348733243925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1957516348733243925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1957516348733243925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1957516348733243925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-resolution-though.html' title='It&apos;s not a resolution though.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6479608009653923159</id><published>2009-12-14T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:39:05.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Cause I sure am!&amp;nbsp; I have all my shopping done.&amp;nbsp; And now it's just the waiting.&amp;nbsp; Oh the waiting will kill me for sure.&amp;nbsp; We got Lily some pretty fun stuff.&amp;nbsp; Last year we got her one very little thing since she really didn't have a clue what was going on.&amp;nbsp; But this year, oh this year I had fun shopping.&amp;nbsp; In fact if it were in my budget I'm pretty sure there would have been more under that tree for miss Lily.&amp;nbsp; I got her pots and pans and fruits/veggies and all kinds of fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's just the waiting.&amp;nbsp; I hope she opens presents like her mother....just rip right into them.&amp;nbsp; Cause I know she'll love everything she's getting from us and all her wonderful family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6479608009653923159?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6479608009653923159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6479608009653923159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6479608009653923159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6479608009653923159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Are you ready for Christmas?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-714771464281242590</id><published>2009-12-07T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:22:47.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Nights and Lights</title><content type='html'>Well this year we took the Girl to our local winter parade.&amp;nbsp; It was fun!&amp;nbsp; The weather wasn't terrible, barely any wind which was a nice change from the norm.&amp;nbsp; We got there about a half hour before the parade started.&amp;nbsp; Got our usual spot.&amp;nbsp; I brought the cocoa and some treats for the girl.&amp;nbsp; The parade started.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful! I could tell Lillian really got a kick out of all the floats and the people in costumes.&amp;nbsp; We didn't get much candy but that's ok cause she really doesn't eat a whole lot of candy, just the occasional m&amp;amp;ms.&amp;nbsp; We kept warm and she got to try out her snowsuit that I picked up at a garage sale for $1.&amp;nbsp; Yup you read that right, a perfectly fine snow suit for $1.&amp;nbsp; It fits her well and she stayed plenty warm.&amp;nbsp; Warmer than me who forgot to put on an extra pair of socks and pants under my jeans and snow boots.&amp;nbsp; I guess I was just more focused on making sure the girl didn't freeze that I forgot about myself.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully we all survived.&amp;nbsp; A nice tradition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had wanted to take her last year but it was just a little too cold out there for a 6 month old then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend we really just did a whole lot of nothing.&amp;nbsp; I got a few more pages of my scrapbook done.&amp;nbsp; I'm on like lily's 6th month now.&amp;nbsp; Though I'm missing halloween pictures and fall pictures.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I have them somewhere, only God knows where though.&amp;nbsp; So I will have to order some more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adam played X box all weekend.&amp;nbsp; A very laid back weekend, we don't seem to get them often enough these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-714771464281242590?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/714771464281242590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=714771464281242590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/714771464281242590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/714771464281242590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-nights-and-lights.html' title='Winter Nights and Lights'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3323557207260186805</id><published>2009-12-04T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:11:29.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Fridays.</title><content type='html'>Baby napping.&amp;nbsp; A little bit of WifeSwap and a new blog entry.&amp;nbsp; What could be better?&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, a clean kitchen/dining room and living room.&amp;nbsp; All of which I did this morning.&amp;nbsp; Laundry is going and the oven is cleaning itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to be said about the relaxed feeling of calmness (is calmness a word?&amp;nbsp; I didn't think so) that follows after you get a ton of stuff done and you don't have to do anything but enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lily and I do need to run some errands today but I'm not sure I'm feeling it.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't really need those diapers does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to our local winter holiday parade.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty excited about it.&amp;nbsp; Adam and I try to go every year as one of our traditions.&amp;nbsp; Last year, however, Miss Lily was only 6 months old and she wouldn't have gotten much out of it not to mention we would have had to try to bundle her up and take her out in the cold.&amp;nbsp; But this year.&amp;nbsp; I can bundle her up and chase her around the sidewalk for a while to keep us both warm.&amp;nbsp; It's supposed to be decent tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Right around 30 degrees so hopefully the wind stays down and we'll have a grand time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend we really don't have anything planned which is nice.&amp;nbsp; Just stay home and watch some movies or something.&amp;nbsp; Should be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3323557207260186805?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3323557207260186805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3323557207260186805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3323557207260186805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3323557207260186805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-my-fridays.html' title='I love my Fridays.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8166158429455850977</id><published>2009-12-03T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:59:53.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chore Charts and other Boring Junk</title><content type='html'>So anyone who knows me probably knows that I am the "only clean really good when company is over type". I mean we don't live in complete filth or anything but it's no where near as clean as it should be.&amp;nbsp; My worst enemy are the dishes.&amp;nbsp; I despise doing dishes.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why either.&amp;nbsp; I mean it's not like they take a long time, it's not like it's hard.&amp;nbsp; We have a dishwasher so it can't be that either.&amp;nbsp; But I honestly think I would rather do anything besides doing the dishes.&amp;nbsp; My other arch nemesis is the laundry.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind washing and drying the laundry but folding/ironing and putting it away take time and usually I'm tired by the time I get upstairs to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAY, the point of this is. I need a system.&amp;nbsp; Like, Tuesdays I clean the bathroom, Sundays I do laundry etc.&amp;nbsp; But I'm not sure where I start.&amp;nbsp; Obviously Adam isn't thrilled with the idea of a chore chart.&amp;nbsp; He would rather I just tell him what to do.&amp;nbsp; So What if I made a chore chart and just told him what to do and when.&amp;nbsp; That could work right?&amp;nbsp; I mean besides the fact that he'll see this post I don't see why he'd even have to know where WAS a chore chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, What's your system?&amp;nbsp; Cause Lord knows I need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8166158429455850977?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8166158429455850977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8166158429455850977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8166158429455850977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8166158429455850977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/chore-charts-and-other-boring-junk.html' title='Chore Charts and other Boring Junk'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1241839436107177910</id><published>2009-12-01T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:15:53.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Did We Do On Thanksgiving You Ask?</title><content type='html'>Ok so no one asked.&amp;nbsp; But I'll tell you all (all 3 of you) anyway.&amp;nbsp; We got up bright and early, like 7:30.&amp;nbsp; Actually that's kind of late for us since the girl is usually an early riser.&amp;nbsp; But the point remains the same.&amp;nbsp; We all got dressed and ready and I brought Lily downstairs to get her dressed and put some Elmo on (that is like magic in our house) while she ate her breakfast and I got a few things packed up and ready to go.&amp;nbsp; Adam was pretty surprised to come down the stairs and see Miss Lily sitting by herself on the couch wrapped in a towel with a banana in one hand watching Elmo on the laptop while I was in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; You gotta do what you gotta do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left to go to my parents.&amp;nbsp; Lily was pretty excited to get there, when she saw where she was she clapped her hands.&amp;nbsp; It was very nice to see all the family.&amp;nbsp; All my grandparents and of course my parents.&amp;nbsp; So we ate a delicious meal there and then headed to Adam's aunts house for dessert and to visit for a while.&amp;nbsp; Lily napped in the car.&amp;nbsp; We got to his Aunts and visited for a while.&amp;nbsp; The girl always stays busy so we don't worry about her too much.&amp;nbsp; Left and got home about 8 or so, so not too far off of bedtime which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought about it, Lily got to see every single one of her grandparents and great-grandparents that day.&amp;nbsp; All 8 of them!&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; She's a pretty lucky little girl and that's something to be thankful for I think.&amp;nbsp; And we're pretty lucky too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1241839436107177910?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1241839436107177910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1241839436107177910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1241839436107177910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1241839436107177910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-what-did-we-do-on-thanksgiving-you.html' title='So What Did We Do On Thanksgiving You Ask?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6166670135985991697</id><published>2009-11-26T09:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:21:00.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a minute to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp; It is the time of year where we realize what's important to us and what we are thankful for.&amp;nbsp; So let's do that.....and eat turkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6166670135985991697?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6166670135985991697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6166670135985991697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6166670135985991697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6166670135985991697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8609881241866403151</id><published>2009-11-24T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:18:57.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18 Month Old...</title><content type='html'>...will sing twinkle twinkle little star right along with you.&amp;nbsp; Even though she doesn't sing the real words her version is much more interesting and much cuter than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can say more real words than I could make a list of without forgetting a bunch.&amp;nbsp; She has exploded with new words and new things she can do in the last few months, it's been exciting and tiring for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv4jXriXEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rfntPMjhi70/s1600/Lily1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv4jXriXEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rfntPMjhi70/s320/Lily1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...says 'Daddy?' when she is with me and 'Mommy?' when she is with daddy.&amp;nbsp; She always wants to know where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has taken her interest in &lt;strike&gt;Elmo &lt;/strike&gt;Melmo to a whole new level.&amp;nbsp; We are now subjected to watching videos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has her 8 front teeth a right bottom molar and working on a top right molar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv43yWWLNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/i0NvkeKOrfo/s1600/lily3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv43yWWLNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/i0NvkeKOrfo/s320/lily3.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves her 'puppy' and he is certainly learning to love her too.&amp;nbsp; Especially since she will scratch his tummy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...goes to sleep at 7:30pm and sleeps until about 6:15am.&amp;nbsp; And takes about a 1.5-2 hour nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has had her nails painted a few times and she loves them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv4-HtDQTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Fj73-ytNj_g/s1600/Lily8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv4-HtDQTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Fj73-ytNj_g/s320/Lily8.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves to read her stories to you. Turning each page and reading them one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can throw a mean tantrum and has spent some time in time out already. Usually just a warning is enough to get her to stop though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is loved by all.&amp;nbsp; We have been told so many times how good she is and how easy she is to take care of by many different people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This fact makes me worry for her Teen years.&amp;nbsp; Surely she won't stay this way right?&amp;nbsp; It's ok, I know I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv5JnmV9MI/AAAAAAAAAqg/y2aq514PsUQ/s1600/Familypic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv5JnmV9MI/AAAAAAAAAqg/y2aq514PsUQ/s320/Familypic3.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you my big girl Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8609881241866403151?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8609881241866403151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8609881241866403151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8609881241866403151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8609881241866403151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-18-month-old.html' title='My 18 Month Old...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Swv4jXriXEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rfntPMjhi70/s72-c/Lily1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3188815491389574002</id><published>2009-11-23T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:30:57.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippi Family Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwqbvouHVjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FMkkSgapVqE/s1600/Familypic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwqbvouHVjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FMkkSgapVqE/s400/Familypic1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwqcjEmn22I/AAAAAAAAAqA/xXd6rEh7YMg/s1600/familypic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwqcjEmn22I/AAAAAAAAAqA/xXd6rEh7YMg/s400/familypic2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3188815491389574002?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3188815491389574002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3188815491389574002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3188815491389574002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3188815491389574002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/philippi-family-picture.html' title='Philippi Family Picture.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwqbvouHVjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FMkkSgapVqE/s72-c/Familypic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2687462999638787295</id><published>2009-11-18T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:11:12.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwRUf1OmruI/AAAAAAAAApw/-lvDQcW_Hro/s1600/DSC_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwRUf1OmruI/AAAAAAAAApw/-lvDQcW_Hro/s320/DSC_0427.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwRUcQDCVaI/AAAAAAAAApo/B08duc2eDBE/s1600/PenskePhoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwRUcQDCVaI/AAAAAAAAApo/B08duc2eDBE/s320/PenskePhoto.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*I'm still getting the hang of the new editor.&amp;nbsp; Old habbits die hard and I can't figure out some stuff with regards to the photos.&amp;nbsp; So it goes.&amp;nbsp; Bear with me people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2687462999638787295?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2687462999638787295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2687462999638787295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2687462999638787295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2687462999638787295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-photos.html' title='Family photos.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SwRUf1OmruI/AAAAAAAAApw/-lvDQcW_Hro/s72-c/DSC_0427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1839989406925266916</id><published>2009-11-12T11:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:08:31.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm a CopyCat.  Yes, I'm ok with that.</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a few blogs I read&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.lookingatfrema.com/2009/10/dream-managing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.lostasock.com/my_weblog/2009/11/the-life-list.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I thought, what a great thing to do right now.&amp;nbsp; Lately I've had a bad case of the I wants.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be a great time to refocus and set some life goals.&amp;nbsp; A list of 100 to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Win an award&lt;br /&gt;2. Take some photography classes&lt;br /&gt;3. Be an amazing mom to my kid(s)&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a great wife to my husband(s)&amp;nbsp; *kidding on the (s) part though*&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to keep my house clean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;6. Go see a comedy act&lt;/strike&gt; (we are going in April!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to a fancy restaurant where you need reservations and have to dress up&lt;br /&gt;8. Watch my babies grow into amazing people&lt;br /&gt;9. Have the house of our dreams complete with lots of land&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn to love myself more&lt;br /&gt;11. Live a healthy lifestyle &lt;br /&gt;12. And lose a few pounds as a result&lt;br /&gt;13. Go on an amazing cruise&lt;br /&gt;14. Wear a bikini with pride&lt;br /&gt;15. Pay off all our debt&lt;br /&gt;16. and Stay that way&lt;br /&gt;17. Learn to quilt&lt;br /&gt;18. Be a great friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Have great friends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Visit Australia with Adam&lt;br /&gt;21. Hire a maid (yes I realize that's counter-productive to learning to keep my house clean)&lt;br /&gt;22. Join a gym and actually go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;23. See a show on Broadway&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Find my faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;25. Teach my kid(s) to be charitable, if not with money, with time.&lt;br /&gt;26. Celebrate our 50th Anniversary together&lt;br /&gt;27. Have a gourmet kitchen &lt;br /&gt;28. Teach my children to cook&lt;br /&gt;29. Finish all the scrapbooks I've started throughout the years&lt;br /&gt;30. Take a decorating class&lt;br /&gt;31. Have a room dedicated to all my "projects"&lt;br /&gt;32. Go on a family vacation to Disney-World.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have a master suite, with a walk in closet and stand up 2 person shower&lt;br /&gt;34. Have at least one more baby.&lt;br /&gt;35. Learn to communitcate my anger without yelling&lt;br /&gt;36. Have a job I love&lt;br /&gt;37. Have another amazing family photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;38. Be able to send my kid(s) to college&lt;br /&gt;39. Be a grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;40. Volunteer at an animal shelter&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Volunteer at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;42. Own a lakehome&lt;br /&gt;43. Be recognized for doing something great&lt;br /&gt;44. Have a corner office&lt;br /&gt;45. Get a hairstyle I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;46. Drive an SUV&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have a blog that people love to read.&lt;br /&gt;48. Give great advice&lt;br /&gt;49. Start our own family traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;50. Have a great camera with accessories.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*can I just break here a minute to say that this is WAY harder than expected.&amp;nbsp; Ok, Carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;51. Have a family&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;52. Own a house&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Try new foods&lt;br /&gt;54. Keep an open mind&lt;br /&gt;55. Win a trophey&lt;br /&gt;56. Wear a size 8 jean&lt;br /&gt;57. Never burn bridges&lt;br /&gt;58. Always strive to make sure my kid(s) get to know their granparents&lt;br /&gt;59. Reconnect with my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;60. Learn to hate junkfood&lt;br /&gt;61. Take a cake decorating class&lt;br /&gt;62. Stop regretting past choices&lt;br /&gt;63. Be really good at something&lt;br /&gt;64. Persue my photography business a little harder&lt;br /&gt;65. Get over my fear of photographing weddings&lt;br /&gt;66. Learn when to say no&lt;br /&gt;67. See my kid(s) graduate&lt;br /&gt;68. Grocery shop without having to use coupons (even though I probably still would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;69. Finish this list today&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;70. Tell my husband I love him today&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;(and everyday)&lt;br /&gt;71. Sing a song in front of an audience&lt;br /&gt;72. Learn to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;73. Own a piano&lt;br /&gt;74. Treat my dog more like a family member&lt;br /&gt;75. Have my home organized and decorated by a professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;76. Save money for retirement&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Take care of myself &lt;br /&gt;78. Learn to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;79. Dance in public without feeling like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;80. Go bar hopping&lt;br /&gt;81. Own an RV&lt;br /&gt;82. Hike in the woods&lt;br /&gt;83. Climb a mountain (ok, a small mountain but you get the point)&lt;br /&gt;84. Tell my parents I love you to my parents more often&lt;br /&gt;85. Have an organized closet&lt;br /&gt;86. Create a cool art piece&lt;br /&gt;87. Learn to be more selfless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;88. Play with my little girl like it's the first time for both of us!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Think less&lt;br /&gt;90. Swim more often&lt;br /&gt;91. Appreciate what I have more often.&lt;br /&gt;92. Help people without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;93. Take tons of pictures&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;95. Buy a lottery ticket&lt;br /&gt;96. Invest wisely&lt;br /&gt;97. Make good choices&lt;br /&gt;98. Visit 10 states&lt;br /&gt;99. Fly on an airplane (shudder)&lt;br /&gt;100.&amp;nbsp; Say Thank you more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I struggles at the end there.&amp;nbsp; I mean really.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize how hard this would be.&amp;nbsp; Give it a shot and see if you can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1839989406925266916?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1839989406925266916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1839989406925266916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1839989406925266916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1839989406925266916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-im-copycat-yes-im-ok-with-that.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m a CopyCat.  Yes, I&apos;m ok with that.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7484625501589310553</id><published>2009-11-12T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:41:26.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long one, so brace yourselves.</title><content type='html'>I really haven’t had much to talk about lately. I feel like there is a lot going on but when I sit down and try to put it into words it just doesn’t work. Not sure what is up with that. It &lt;strike&gt;never&lt;/strike&gt; rarely happens that I am speechless. I mean I can always come up with something to babble on and on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is good. She is learning more and more everyday. Sometimes I really can’t even believe she is the same little baby we brought home from the hospital. Though I am sure most parents feel that way. This is a fun time though. She learns so much everyday. Her latest favorite thing to do is “cooking” so we can “eat”. I actually usually let her sit up on the counter with me when I am preparing dinner. It’s really important to me to have her in the kitchen and learn her way around. It’s an important skill to have in life. Also helps with math and junk. But she’s a little young to be working on the fractions, so I measure, she pours. Then we stir together. In fact I usually give her, her own “bowl” and “poon” and she does her own thing. But she will never ever let the chance go to tell me she is “cooking”. Such a big girl. The other day I was brave and let her add the pepper to the bowl. She did well, I think she’s a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the adult world we are trucking along. I’m not a huge fan of my job and have pretty much ruled out the possibility of doing the daycare thing. I mean if I can’t rationalize the space for US to have one more baby then I certainly couldn’t expect 10 kids to have enough room to play and sleep. Plus that is a pretty huge chance that you really can’t go backwards on. I love kids and all but when my one kid is whining and fussy I get frustrated. Though for some reason it seems less annoying when it’s not your kid. Anyway, so that’s marked off the list. I think in the end I’d love a job I could do from home. But they are very few and far between around here. Heck I’ve just been looking for other jobs in general and they are few and far between. It’s a tough market out there. So I guess for now I am trying to focus on how lucky I am to even have a job right now. The pros completely outweigh the cons, which makes it that much harder to want to make a change. I mean my boss here is pretty flexible and when you have kids, you need that. Especially since Adam’s job just isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else. Well, Adam and I decided to paint one of our living room walls. I STILL haven’t chose a color and I probably won’t until I’m standing in front of the paint chips at the store. It’ll look great I’m sure, our living rooms needs some color badly so I’m excited about it. Of course I’ll post some photos when it’s all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had more to babble about than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*words in quotes are Lily's exact words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvwsNGkj4MI/AAAAAAAAApg/P_3ge9HmMmE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvwsNGkj4MI/AAAAAAAAApg/P_3ge9HmMmE/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rare glimpse at the Philippi family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7484625501589310553?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7484625501589310553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7484625501589310553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7484625501589310553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7484625501589310553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-long-one-so-brace-yourselves.html' title='It&apos;s a long one, so brace yourselves.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvwsNGkj4MI/AAAAAAAAApg/P_3ge9HmMmE/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1412600804402327379</id><published>2009-11-10T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:44:31.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She really gets her fasion sense from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB_PcKrpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/24f92rZ3aZ8/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562520228212370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB_PcKrpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/24f92rZ3aZ8/s320/DSC_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and I took a walk to the park a while ago and she loved pushing the stroller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-8gsXuI/AAAAAAAAApI/1XcZkWY0OeA/s1600-h/DSC_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562515146923746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-8gsXuI/AAAAAAAAApI/1XcZkWY0OeA/s320/DSC_0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has no clue where she is going though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-e5Q-wI/AAAAAAAAApA/nIA_7yRzeYo/s1600-h/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562507196922626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-e5Q-wI/AAAAAAAAApA/nIA_7yRzeYo/s320/DSC_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean?  Interesting fashion sense huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-NMp0HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cKF9xSsWS-4/s1600-h/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562502446403698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB-NMp0HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cKF9xSsWS-4/s320/DSC_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the boots top it off really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1412600804402327379?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1412600804402327379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1412600804402327379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1412600804402327379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1412600804402327379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-really-gets-her-fasion-sense-from.html' title='She really gets her fasion sense from me.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvnB_PcKrpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/24f92rZ3aZ8/s72-c/DSC_0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1996468855903584863</id><published>2009-11-05T13:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:20:47.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Few and Far Between.</title><content type='html'>So I haven't had a photography session in a while.  So I thought I'd post some pictures.  Last night we had 2 year old Savannah.  She was less than thrilled to have her photos taken by me, but her parents were troupers and easy to work with.  We still got some great pictures even if she doesn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjv8u5IGI/AAAAAAAAAow/6qehKynMSxE/s1600-h/Savannah17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400699684810989666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjv8u5IGI/AAAAAAAAAow/6qehKynMSxE/s320/Savannah17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't tell anyone that little miss Savannah was actually trying to reach the light in the ceiling.  It made for a cute picture and she smiled!  Which is the main point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjvfr-leI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ToCObjuvUOI/s1600-h/Collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400699677014136290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjvfr-leI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ToCObjuvUOI/s320/Collage3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a great family!  Of course I did all these photos in singles but only posted the collages to condense it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjvCfVgWI/AAAAAAAAAog/dJR0VMTM77Q/s1600-h/Collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400699669176484194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjvCfVgWI/AAAAAAAAAog/dJR0VMTM77Q/s320/Collage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Famous Apple Bucket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMju8jSyMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lCTY8F0ARCo/s1600-h/Collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400699667582470338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMju8jSyMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lCTY8F0ARCo/s320/Collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She really just wanted nothing to do with taking photos.   Little does she know her resistance made it all that much cuter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I took photos, Adam and the girl went out to eat together!  They had a good time at Buffalo Wild Wings.  Then a nice trip to Target to get Adam some much needed new shoes.  They even brought me flowers.  Roses.  A whole dozen.  And from what I hear Lily had to smell them a million times.  That's my girl.  They do smell lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1996468855903584863?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1996468855903584863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1996468855903584863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1996468855903584863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1996468855903584863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-and-far-between.html' title='Few and Far Between.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SvMjv8u5IGI/AAAAAAAAAow/6qehKynMSxE/s72-c/Savannah17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1058182586162368823</id><published>2009-11-04T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:30:39.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession: Mommy guilt edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I admit it.  I don't feel the mommy guilt probably near as much as I should.  For the most part I am perfectly fine with working (mostly) full time.  Sometimes I even enjoy going to work for the mere fact that it's HARD being a mom.  It's hard to take care of a family and try to keep the house in order.  Sure I don't do it alone by any means but it's still hard, and these days work is a bit of a break for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning....this morning was different.  I was getting ready to leave as I normally do.  The girl wanted a cuddle (normally can't even get a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uggie&lt;/span&gt;" out of her in the morning) and she held on.  She held on tight, like I was about to leave her for good.  SO I held on too.  We cuddled as long as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; could.  We cuddled while I put my shoes on even.  Then I handed her to Adam so she could cuddle with daddy.  And she screamed.  "mommy....mommmmmyyyyyy....mommy"  And my heart broke.  Oh what I would have given to stay with her for 5 more minutes and cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was hard.  Of course as I suspected as soon as I was actually gone she was fine.  Sat nice with Adam and watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AquaTeen&lt;/span&gt; Hunger Force.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1058182586162368823?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1058182586162368823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1058182586162368823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1058182586162368823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1058182586162368823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/confession-mommy-guilt-edition.html' title='Confession: Mommy guilt edition'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5007283602357421107</id><published>2009-11-03T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:20:06.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my baby go?</title><content type='html'>It's become painfully obvious lately that the girl is no longer a baby.  But in fact a full fledged little girl.  She talks.  Real words even.  The girl is very polite with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peez&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anks&lt;/span&gt;" when she wants something.  She will ask for help if she needs it. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elp&lt;/span&gt;"  She will tell you she wants to "eat"  She will tell you when she goes potty "poo".   When it's time to go somewhere this little girl brings you her shoes and is pointing and read for her "K" (that means coat for you who don't speak little monster girl language).  She asks for more "Juice" and will tell you she wants "up" to drink it.   For some reason when she is frustrated she will just repeat MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY over and over again like she is dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like much but it seems everyday she picks up new words and new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt;.  Her latest new adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; is licking her finger when she's reading a story.  Of course, that's how mommy turns the page so it only makes sense Ms. Lily would too.  I mean I do most of the story reading around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philippi&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She barely wants cuddles before bed anymore, in fact she will just repeat "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peez&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again while I try to cuddle her so she can just go into her crib.  And it makes me sad that she doesn't want me to cuddle and sing to her. But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; it's only natural.  As she gets older it's obvious she would notice how terrible my singing voice is...But I was still hoping for just a little more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I LOVE the girl in this stage, it too, is passing far too quickly.  She is changing rapidly.  Developing even more personality and spunk.  It's fun when she does something and we say to each other, "She gets that from you!"  I, of course, like to think that she really does have the best of both of us....but she has picked up a few things from us that are less than desirable too.  She picked up my temper.  The girl wants it and she wants it now, and she's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeller&lt;/span&gt; too.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; she also got from me.  But she is stubborn and I fully believe she gets that from her daddy.  She has learned the limp noodle move now when she doesn't get what she wants.  But she has also gotten some pretty cool stuff from us.  She has my love of talking (all who know me can testify to that) and will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;babble&lt;/span&gt; nonstop whether you are listening to her or not.  And she has our sense of humor.  The girl thinks she's hilarious feeding the puppy her cheerios when she knows she's not suppose too and we let her cause she giggles her head off over it. (and yes, I tried to post video of that one, stupid blogger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a pretty amazing little girl.  And I know that we both love her so much and really couldn't imagine what life would be like with out her.  I mean, we might actually have to spend time together....alone.  Gulp.    Kidding....Mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5007283602357421107?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5007283602357421107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5007283602357421107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5007283602357421107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5007283602357421107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-did-my-baby-go.html' title='Where did my baby go?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6016156218211805015</id><published>2009-11-02T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:43:08.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mLADx5rI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LUZAexi8DWk/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576448676783794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mLADx5rI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LUZAexi8DWk/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily with her Auntie Sarah.  You gotta admit, the girl has pretty good form for being 17 months old don't ya think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKxxS90I/AAAAAAAAAoI/pSN92_p6Ch0/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576444841162562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKxxS90I/AAAAAAAAAoI/pSN92_p6Ch0/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing the piano.  As with everything, she was pretty danty with the keys.  I hope she keeps this interest when she is old enough to actually learn to play.  Fingers crossed for my future piano player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKaNHWMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Byq3az5V6l4/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576438515390658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKaNHWMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Byq3az5V6l4/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her costume from the back.  I love the wings, this little sweater worked perfectly too for holding the halo on better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKBLiIuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/TI67W_VPj98/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576431797871330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mKBLiIuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/TI67W_VPj98/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Little  Devil....err...I mean Angel.  Yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mJ-bOejI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TgoDcE0BJeA/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576431058385458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mJ-bOejI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TgoDcE0BJeA/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She doesn't stray too far from her kitchen and shopping cart/baby stroller these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6016156218211805015?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6016156218211805015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6016156218211805015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6016156218211805015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6016156218211805015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Su8mLADx5rI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LUZAexi8DWk/s72-c/IMG_0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2053461355112951667</id><published>2009-10-26T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:52:28.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy post, No captions either...okay 1 caption.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSefZeaZI/AAAAAAAAAno/dfLqeKy1KmE/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951149739665810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSefZeaZI/AAAAAAAAAno/dfLqeKy1KmE/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSd4BLPJI/AAAAAAAAAng/bliRztKEFVw/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951139168763026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSd4BLPJI/AAAAAAAAAng/bliRztKEFVw/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSdRAFXCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tmB7JfVbKT8/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951128695200802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSdRAFXCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tmB7JfVbKT8/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a leaf....DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSdLuaZAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eRDv1FFbH7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951127278904322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSdLuaZAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eRDv1FFbH7Q/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXScnJIH-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/CwiPRyZOGZs/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951117458841570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXScnJIH-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/CwiPRyZOGZs/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8563286289122470019-2053461355112951667?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2053461355112951667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2053461355112951667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2053461355112951667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2053461355112951667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-post-no-captions-eitherokay-1.html' title='Lazy post, No captions either...okay 1 caption.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SuXSefZeaZI/AAAAAAAAAno/dfLqeKy1KmE/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2922417546043370440</id><published>2009-10-20T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:48:41.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a mad house really.</title><content type='html'>So we had a fabulous weekend in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philippi&lt;/span&gt; house.  Friday Lily-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mons&lt;/span&gt; and I went and had lunch and shopping with my mom and then I left her there.  Got cleaning done, hung out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; without arguing about stupid stuff.  Had a nice dinner on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; with the family and brought Lily home.  Her rash is almost gone and she is sleeping way better (thank God!).  But we are not.  Why you ask?  Adam has the flu.  Who gives a rats behind which KIND of flu, it's the flue nonetheless.  So he hasn't been sleeping well, which means I haven't been sleeping well, which also means I can't come up with anything good to write about.  This is it.  (notice, I always have some sort of excuse for my lack of wit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Lily and I will escape without getting sick, Adam will get better and we can get things back to normal SOON.  Cause really I'm going insane.  So if you don't hear from me in the next few days...send the guys in the white jackets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2922417546043370440?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2922417546043370440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2922417546043370440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2922417546043370440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2922417546043370440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-mad-house-really.html' title='It&apos;s a mad house really.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-9109247402628285116</id><published>2009-10-15T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:33:58.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever tell you guys what Mooey meant?</title><content type='html'>Well I realized the other day what it means.  She says it when she sees a kitty cat.  So I'm guessing she thinks that is what a cat says.  But it seems her vocabulary is ever expanding these days.  She now says Please, cookie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mooey&lt;/span&gt;, moon, hi and bye bye.  Along with a few other new words I can't think of right now.  So add that to my previous list of words she says and she has a pretty decent word list right now.  So proud of her.  When she wants something she nods yes and says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peez&lt;/span&gt;" (which of course is Please for those of you that don't speak Lily).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If (oh who am I kidding, WHEN) she misbehaves we have introduced the timeout to her recently.  And she gets it.  She really does.  Which surprises me.  Now usually all I have to do is tell her it's her first warning and if she does it again she will have a timeout. A whole whopping minute and a half but I'm sure for her that seems like an eternity of sitting there by the basement door with NO toys and not within sight of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; or her baby and the baby's bottle.  Heck most of the time when I mention the word timeout she goes and sits by the door.  Even if she didn't do anything.  Such a silly girl.  She finds it funny cause she brings her toys with her.  Well she doesn't find an actual timeout so funny.  She's growing up so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-9109247402628285116?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/9109247402628285116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=9109247402628285116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9109247402628285116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9109247402628285116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-i-ever-tell-you-guys-what-mooey.html' title='Did I ever tell you guys what Mooey meant?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2448600131725486151</id><published>2009-10-15T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:06:44.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving for the Toddler.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so the pictures are backwards with the finished product being on top and I am FAR too lazy to rearrange them now so enjoy them as they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHIVjml2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/OWxg1Kgin8o/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857287350458210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHIVjml2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/OWxg1Kgin8o/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;punkin&lt;/span&gt;'.  She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finger painted&lt;/span&gt; it all by herself, all the way around.  Even though I'm pretty sure the rain/snow we've been getting will make it all wash off (thank goodness for washable paint) she had fun doing it and that's all that matters.  And I did get pictures of it anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHHnxELOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qyTCW_sI0o4/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857275058892002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHHnxELOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qyTCW_sI0o4/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Lillian painting her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;punkin&lt;/span&gt;'.  This, Like everything else in her life, she was very dainty about.  She only gets paint where she intends it to go.  None on her clothes or her body other than her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHHHQOxCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yyFzu7Nbvtw/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857266331239458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHHHQOxCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yyFzu7Nbvtw/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think she's trying to make a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; face here.  Who knows what goes through the mind of a toddler though.  Either way she got mad when we were done and I put the paint away.  Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHGhUWPFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mo-DRnqxsCY/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857256147958866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHGhUWPFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mo-DRnqxsCY/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has begun smiling again for the camera, which makes this amateur photographer who's primary subject is her, VERY VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHGEQIlgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/3bNlf3VOhkw/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857248345658882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHGEQIlgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/3bNlf3VOhkw/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;punkin&lt;/span&gt;' decorating.  She did not like the guts of the big ones we carved and was terrified of the finished products too.  But had no problem with her pumpkin in the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda sad that it's looking like we aren't going to get to the Orchard this year because of the weather, it's been so rainy and cold here that we just opted to get our pumpkins at Cub &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; year.  Probably cheaper too and they were perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2448600131725486151?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2448600131725486151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2448600131725486151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2448600131725486151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2448600131725486151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-carving-for-toddler.html' title='Pumpkin Carving for the Toddler.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/StdHIVjml2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/OWxg1Kgin8o/s72-c/DSC_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-9114892885719533143</id><published>2009-10-15T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:31:14.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interupt this program....</title><content type='html'>for an unscheduled visit to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;.  Yup, you read that right.  Lillian had her first visit to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. that wasn't for a well visit or for shots.  In fact I think she was confused when we left there without getting poked with 4 needles.  For the past few weeks the girl has had a pretty bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diapie&lt;/span&gt; rash.  Now I really didn't think too much of it since she does get rashes easily when she is getting teeth etc.  But this one was different.  It lasted FOREVER and despite my best attempts at max strength cream, frequent diaper changed, soda bathes and TONS of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nakie&lt;/span&gt; time it was just getting worse.  So we went in.  The girl has a yeast infection.  Poor thing.  No wonder she's been sleeping like crap lately.  She's been itchy and burning and sore and it probably wakes her up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to put athletes foot cream on her bottom.  For some reason I find that amusing even though it's really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of cream and she already looked better this morning.  And the doctor told us the signs and said it was fine to go ahead and buy over the counter and treat if it happens again.  I hope this isn't a sign of what's to come for when she's an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier post to follow...With pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-9114892885719533143?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/9114892885719533143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=9114892885719533143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9114892885719533143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9114892885719533143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-interupt-this-program.html' title='We interupt this program....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-881008484859998372</id><published>2009-10-05T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:21:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More phoots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop70Yw-XI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1AMXG_fl_Hk/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389166011753757042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop70Yw-XI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1AMXG_fl_Hk/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a very Cool picnic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop7R8yM8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b1DqrBOWR9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389166002509591490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop7R8yM8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b1DqrBOWR9Q/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her bear hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop6-cH13I/AAAAAAAAAmI/l4ot1-5kSpA/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389165997272323954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop6-cH13I/AAAAAAAAAmI/l4ot1-5kSpA/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Lily enjoying the fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop6E8HamI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-dEb63VxyPc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389165981837257314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop6E8HamI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-dEb63VxyPc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her owies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop5qMW5mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rJahqq-yA5s/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389165974657623650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop5qMW5mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rJahqq-yA5s/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; almost a better shot.  It was much worse in person, but thankfully it's mostly gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-881008484859998372?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/881008484859998372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=881008484859998372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/881008484859998372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/881008484859998372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-phoots.html' title='More phoots.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Ssop70Yw-XI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1AMXG_fl_Hk/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7923826380701653970</id><published>2009-10-05T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:36:16.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater Adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRfNzLEzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gfkVYoR1g10/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139132080132914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRfNzLEzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gfkVYoR1g10/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Lily at Underwater Adventures in the Mall Of America.  She had fun with all the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoReZ9sYeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zURYJAEMcbo/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139118165615074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoReZ9sYeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zURYJAEMcbo/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRd9UkxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/v2_hHDPFPrI/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139110476956866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRd9UkxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/v2_hHDPFPrI/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRdJ2DUzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/LbVtfNWvFAM/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139096658727730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRdJ2DUzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/LbVtfNWvFAM/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did NOT; however, want to touch the crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRcrsO8KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/B-vl1kSQCNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139088564482210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRcrsO8KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/B-vl1kSQCNQ/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All tuckered out from a busy day at the mall and napping on the way home.  I may have also napped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7923826380701653970?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7923826380701653970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7923826380701653970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7923826380701653970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7923826380701653970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/underwater-adventures.html' title='Underwater Adventures.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoRfNzLEzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gfkVYoR1g10/s72-c/IMG_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5378786357226611749</id><published>2009-10-05T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:26:28.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPwnajHCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/J-qHYbYVuSM/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137231990692898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPwnajHCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/J-qHYbYVuSM/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She Loves this thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPwAwG38I/AAAAAAAAAkY/TFIBsl0h5LQ/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137221612134338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPwAwG38I/AAAAAAAAAkY/TFIBsl0h5LQ/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing daddy's "ockies" Socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPvjx4mzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xEdxZHHWmcs/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137213834959666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPvjx4mzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xEdxZHHWmcs/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPu80lJOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BdzoDiehbNc/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137203377284322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPu80lJOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BdzoDiehbNc/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sure do love my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPuY_N_cI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5XMoC0Z7EaM/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137193758227906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPuY_N_cI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5XMoC0Z7EaM/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wearing daddy's Ockies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5378786357226611749?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5378786357226611749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5378786357226611749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5378786357226611749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5378786357226611749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SsoPwnajHCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/J-qHYbYVuSM/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5147790948871066535</id><published>2009-09-28T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:07:08.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 16 month old....</title><content type='html'>...runs most of the time instead of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...says a lot of words including some we have yet to learn the meaning of (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mooey&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Booey&lt;/span&gt;?) But most importantly she finally says Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...feeds herself really well with a spoon/fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eats pretty much anything you put in front of her, excluding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has finally learned the kitchen is not hers to play in thanks to the baby gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves the "puppy" with all her little heart and wants to give him treats every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...would rather play outside than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...enjoys emptying and refilling her shoe bin over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...would wear her snow boots around the house and everywhere she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves dancing and "shaking her groove &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thinks she is the funniest person that ever lived and I tend to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is still our constant source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has started sleeping less at night. i.e. waking up earlier but this doesn't seem to affect her really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has a pretty nasty bruise on her forehead from an incident with the dog and the sidewalk.  Which incidentally ruined any pictures I wanted to take of her this month.  Still trying to decide if I should post pictures of said bruise for the world to see or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is loving giving us hugs and kisses without being prompted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...learns something new every single day and I certainly can't keep up with it so I'm sure I've missed some things in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5147790948871066535?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5147790948871066535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5147790948871066535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5147790948871066535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5147790948871066535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-16-month-old.html' title='My 16 month old....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-892477169923333052</id><published>2009-09-21T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:28:19.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's 15 month appointment (even though she's almost 16 months)</title><content type='html'>She had her appointment on Friday.  As usual her appointment was at 2 and we didn't get in and actually see a doctor until like 2:30 or so.  BUT.  The girl is healthy.  22 pounds 12 ounces (which puts her in exactly 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) 31.5 inches tall. (coincidentally also 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile)  And of course her head still hovers are right about 75&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got four shots and had a hard recovery from that and the Dr. suggested she get her hemoglobin tested again since she was on the very low end of healthy range last time so just to make sure she's not heading in the wrong direction with her heart condition and all. So that entailed another finger prick (she had a rough day) But otherwise, she could do all the things the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. asked about and seems to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt; ahead on a few things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes back in December and then she won't have any more shots (other than flu shots) until she is 4!  So wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also set that she will see the pediatric cardiologist when she turns two also...though I'm sure he won't have anything new to say about her since her primary always says her heart sounds the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-892477169923333052?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/892477169923333052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=892477169923333052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/892477169923333052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/892477169923333052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/lilys-15-month-appointment-even-though.html' title='Lily&apos;s 15 month appointment (even though she&apos;s almost 16 months)'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8424037671683493213</id><published>2009-09-21T10:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:37:22.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A photo session.</title><content type='html'>So I finally had a photography Session.  This one is with Danielle and Maddie.  I've done their photos before (Maddie's 18 month pics)  Here is a little sampling of Maddie's 2 year pics!  Thanks again guys! As always these are my most favorite ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SredD8c9FUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/H6XD8yrQBUo/s1600-h/MaddieMom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383944570637456706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SredD8c9FUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/H6XD8yrQBUo/s320/MaddieMom5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother Daughter Pictures are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Srec222DgcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kmMZuxSXmo0/s1600-h/MaddieMom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383944345793823170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Srec222DgcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kmMZuxSXmo0/s320/MaddieMom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The background for this couldn't have been more perfect...they are gazing at the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SreciVvjPUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/n_Pie1vBD44/s1600-h/MaddieE11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943993310788930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SreciVvjPUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/n_Pie1vBD44/s320/MaddieE11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and her ducky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrechcW3VAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZKG-AdbGuzc/s1600-h/MaddieE8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943977906426882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrechcW3VAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZKG-AdbGuzc/s320/MaddieE8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Years Old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrecPOIuMqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ExZ_Jp2IxiM/s1600-h/MaddieE4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943664851366562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrecPOIuMqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ExZ_Jp2IxiM/s320/MaddieE4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fall time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrecFP10d7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/kgTmvi_RE3U/s1600-h/Maddie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943493510264754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SrecFP10d7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/kgTmvi_RE3U/s320/Maddie5.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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sreb3Y_atPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TPG2WcfubtA/s1600-h/Maddie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943255448270066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sreb3Y_atPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TPG2WcfubtA/s320/Maddie3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nom Nom Nom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks again Danielle! I hope you love them as much as I do!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8424037671683493213?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8424037671683493213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8424037671683493213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8424037671683493213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8424037671683493213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-photo-session.html' title='Finally, A photo session.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SredD8c9FUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/H6XD8yrQBUo/s72-c/MaddieMom5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5288535181285736447</id><published>2009-09-19T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:00:01.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More reader questions answered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What's been one really awesome/good and one really difficult/icky thing about parenting? (excluding cuddling her and having to get up in the middle of the night)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number one really awesome thing that I love about being a mother is that every single thing that she learns is brand new!  Brand new to her and it's exciting watching her figure out how to do something or learn something new.  She gets excited and repeats it (whether she should or not)  So really it's like you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; everything for the first time (again) too!  Nothing like a baby to make you realize what's important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Difficult/icky.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I could think of a few, but you said one so I'll give you one.  When she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; hurt.  That's rough.  The cry, the pain you wish you could take away from them.  It's hard.  To know she's in pain and not really be able to do much about it other than cuddle/love her.  Take for example.  The other day we were going outside and we have 3 steps in our entryway on the back of the house.  I had to close the door and was holding her hand.  Had to let go for 2 seconds to pull the door shut and told her to wait for me.  And of course she didn't and she fell down those three steps and hit her head on the door frame at the bottom.  She cried, But I probably cried harder than her.  She was fine in 3 minutes but I was left shaken.  Feeling like I should have made her walk back to the door with me so she didn't fall.  How could I let that happen to my precious baby.  What kind of mother am I?   But you know what?  Accidents happen, but that guilt you feel as a mother is hard.  VERY hard.  I'm sure every parent can relate to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you have to know that you do the best you can and hindsight is always 20/20.  Everyone makes mistakes and wishes they could do things differently.  And of course Lily is a very happy/healthy baby and I know she won't even remember falling down those 3 steps so really, let's never speak of it again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5288535181285736447?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5288535181285736447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5288535181285736447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5288535181285736447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5288535181285736447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-reader-questions-answered.html' title='More reader questions answered.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2180110904299890489</id><published>2009-09-18T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:04:00.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another of Candi's questions....</title><content type='html'>What one memory of growing up do you have that, if possible you'd love lily to make for herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one is hard.  I can't think of any specific memory actually.  BUT I can say that a lot of my memories are focused around my brother. (what?  He's older, I had to look up to him, it's like a law or something)  I actually think a lot of people would say the same about their childhood.  I remember making mud pies with my brother, and catching bees in jars and shaking them up (what? don't judge) and then letting them go.  Playing in mud puddles and catching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;salamanders&lt;/span&gt; (still can't believe I did that.  YUCK).  Sledding.  Wanting desperately to be included in whatever it was he was doing.  Now obviously she won't be able to have the exact same memories, simply because she will be the older child.  (and of course I have no idea what kind of memories my brother has, as the older child)  But I do hope that she will enjoy playing/being with her brother(s)/Sister(s) as much as I did and creating fantastic memories for them and herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that answers your question.  If not, too bad, that's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2180110904299890489?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2180110904299890489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2180110904299890489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2180110904299890489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2180110904299890489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/heres-another-of-candis-questions.html' title='Here&apos;s another of Candi&apos;s questions....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7335585917134673657</id><published>2009-09-17T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:55:00.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply because I have the time....</title><content type='html'>Candi posted a lot of great ideas as to topics I should cover here since I seem to have simply run out of things to talk about.  So here goes.  I'll pick one of hers and run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have "you" time after taking care of lily and being with Adam? If so, what do you enjoy doing during that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually get a lot of me time.  A lot more than I thought I would have.  In the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; not so much as they don't go to bed as early or their naps aren't as predictable.  But now she goes to bed at 7:30 on the dot and Adam usually spends about an hour down on his computer so that leaves me with about an hour every night that I have to myself!  What do I do?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. That's a good question. I can think of a million things I SHOULD do.  Workout, read, do my nails, take a long bath etc. and occasionally I do that too.  But most of the time I take the time to clean up in peace and quiet with no one in the way, or I watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.  (hey it's no secret I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oholic&lt;/span&gt;).  We are also very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; that we have lots of wonderful family members always willing to watch the girl for us.  One weekend a month my parents take Lily for us so we can enjoy a night off and sleep in (can you say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; for 7AM anyone?)  Or my In-Laws who take Lily for us for whole days sometimes so we can get stuff done around the house.  But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; those don't really count as me time do they?  But it's nice anyway, to spend time with Adam or just get stuff done without having to watch Adam's mini-me all the time. (I say Adam's since she doesn't look like him at all or anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go.  I do have to say that I am surprised at how much "quiet" (as I like to call it) time I actually get.  It's wonderful.  The best of all 3 worlds.  Me, Mother, Wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7335585917134673657?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7335585917134673657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7335585917134673657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7335585917134673657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7335585917134673657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/simply-because-i-have-time.html' title='Simply because I have the time....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2415162962869889466</id><published>2009-09-16T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:13:03.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I actually got responses.</title><content type='html'>Good ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, &lt;a href="http://texascoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutie-pie-things.html"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; asked  about what I plan to do with the Daycare thing.  For those of you that don't know, I've been seriously considering starting a daycare at home.  My main motivation for that is my complete lack of work at my job, I have nothing to do and I'm fairly certain that the daycare thing would challenge me in ways I never knew I could be challenged.  I love kids.  I'm great with kids (most kids).  Kids love me (why, I have no clue) and so it seems like a natural option for us so that we would be able to expand our family as planned without having to pay daycare for two of our own kids.  However, I am really really trying to not focus on the daycare thing right now since the orientation isn't until October 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I really want to wait on any major decisions until I know what's all involved, cost wise, etc.  SO Shannon, I promise I will write more about that, (probably more than you could ever want to know) as soon as I take the orientation and get the information I need.  But let's just say there would be LOTS of pretend play, fort building, reading and activities going on in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philippi&lt;/span&gt; house should a daycare actually be started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. &lt;a href="http://danibabe2.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-tuesday.html"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; asked what my favorite age was for Lily.  I gotta say I'm not sure how to answer that.  Cause so far they have ALL been my favorite.  When we brought her home it was my favorite, she slept and cuddled and all that.  When she started smiling that was my favorite.  Especially when she actually started smiling AT us!  When the girl took her (major) interest in sticks and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; just looking at a stick, that was my favorite.  When we brought her to the pumpkin patch and took the hayride when she was like 5 months old, that was my favorite.  Thanksgiving day when she turned 6 months old and FINALLY learned how to sit up by herself (unsupported)  We had a celebration and showed off her new skills.  That was my favorite.  Christmas up with my grandma when she was 7 months old and seeing my grandma (her great-grandma) together.  That was my favorite.  (are you catching a theme here?)  When she finally got a couple teeth in at around 8 months, that was my favorite!  When I figured out how much I love taking her pictures and how I wanted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; that at around 9 months.  That was my favorite.  Her in her Easter dress!  When she learned how to crawl, then pull herself up, then cruise on the furniture.  Yup, you guessed it, all my favorite.  Her 1st birthday party!  When she learned to walk without help and heck even run, that was  my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm wishing now I had pics here to back all those things up, but I'm sure they are already posted on the blog somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main theme is, you can never imagine what's coming next.  Just when you think you've picked a favorite age then the next age just amazes you.  I love her right now, in the moment!  She says a few words, runs and plays.  Loves being outside and sitting in her chair reading stories.  I think to myself, it really can't possibly get ANY better than this, and then it does.  I don't know how she does it but she STILL amazes me everyday and makes me so happy that I am so lucky to have her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't pick a favorite.  Cause I still have no clue what's in store for us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I had no clue this would turn into a mushy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;barfoni&lt;/span&gt; post.  Sorry about that everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next.....Candi's ideas...They were good ones too so don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks guys!  LOVE the ideas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2415162962869889466?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2415162962869889466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2415162962869889466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2415162962869889466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2415162962869889466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-i-actually-got-responses.html' title='Wow, I actually got responses.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-9034042391720750916</id><published>2009-09-15T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:52:15.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't post much anymore..</title><content type='html'>Cause I simply do not have anything to say.  Lately I feel like all I do is complain about how bored I am at work.  I simply do not have enough work to do.  Nothing overly crazy going on at home right now either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily has been kinda fussy lately, found out why on Sunday afternoon.  The girl is getting molars.  Yup, that would make me crabby too.  But needless to say it's been waking her up a bit at night, which wakes us up. (thankfully she goes back to sleep on her own, but it seems one you are awake, you are awake none-the-less)  SO I am hoping those will pop in sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got cut back down to 32 hours at work, for how long I do not know.  But I guess I don't mind cause each 8 hour day feels like an eternity here.  It just drags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily has her 15 month &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; on Friday (even though she will be 16 months next week already)  So I will update with some new stats and stuff that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. said after that is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.  I got nothing.  Inspire me!  What would you (my like 3 readers) like me to write about.  I am in need of some inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-9034042391720750916?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/9034042391720750916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=9034042391720750916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9034042391720750916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/9034042391720750916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-dont-post-much-anymore.html' title='Why I don&apos;t post much anymore..'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5727424503930876416</id><published>2009-09-11T15:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:23:42.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post in Pictures. (for the lazy blogger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Day 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MN Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqxBxXeaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/XpY9zWUN1yU/s1600-h/zoo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380307348837264146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqxBxXeaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/XpY9zWUN1yU/s320/zoo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lillian with the "puppies" also known as Wolves to those of us that have a vocabulary of more than 10 words.   She is petting him here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqxBFzcFjI/AAAAAAAAAig/pvegARJYk54/s1600-h/zoo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380307337143391794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqxBFzcFjI/AAAAAAAAAig/pvegARJYk54/s320/zoo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and me.  A nice picture of us too if I don't say so myself.  (hey, check out my dimples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sqqw_6Ji1fI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6m-uXGuvuaU/s1600-h/zoo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380307316835014130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sqqw_6Ji1fI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6m-uXGuvuaU/s320/zoo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Antie&lt;/span&gt; Amber.  She came to the zoo with us, or rather we went with her.  Thanks again Amber, we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqwfTjqrII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/q6gkD8lcmUI/s1600-h/zoo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306756719783042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqwfTjqrII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/q6gkD8lcmUI/s320/zoo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lillian with the Tiger statue at the MN Zoo. She is "petting the kitty" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqwR4qwDUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wzfSdbd_BX0/s1600-h/zoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306526163438914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqwR4qwDUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wzfSdbd_BX0/s320/zoo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's all give the "Kitty" a hug!&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;Lily also got to feed the giraffes, she got a kick out of it and had a VERY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt; hand at the end.  But it was worth it.  Only wish we had gotten pictures...I forgot my camera (some photographer I am huh) and Amber's battery died.  Oh well, there is always next year.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5727424503930876416?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5727424503930876416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5727424503930876416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5727424503930876416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5727424503930876416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-in-pictures-for-lazy-blogger.html' title='A Post in Pictures. (for the lazy blogger)'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SqqxBxXeaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/XpY9zWUN1yU/s72-c/zoo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-736375017752874892</id><published>2009-09-04T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:36:58.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a usual post for me.</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a &lt;a href="http://sarahexplainsit.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-life-give-you-infertile-lemons.html"&gt;friends blog&lt;/a&gt;, it got me thinking about Lily.  About what an easy time we had getting pregnant, and besides being so ridiculously sick for most of my pregnancy, how easy of a time we had with it.  I always had thought to myself that if I couldn't have a baby it was meant to be that way.  But now, after reading her entry I find myself wondering what we would have done in their shoes?  Would we have given up?  I mean, knowing what I know now about how wonderful Lily is and how amazing it is to be a mom I'm pretty certain my answer would be we'd go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the same.  But had you asked me that 2 years ago when we started trying for a baby, I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself crying at her thread.  Really feeling for them and while I can only imagine a fraction of what they went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;, I am so thankful everyday for the easy time we had with Lily.  And how lucky we are that things worked out the way they did for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling a little lost in life.  I actually said to Adam last night that the only two things I feel secure and good about right now are him and Lily.  There is no question in my mind that I love Adam.  Despite many jokes, we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; partners.  We love each other even when we hate each other.  And of course Lily.  My amazingly smart (not so) baby girl.  She brightens my day, everyday with her smile and her wacky sense of humor.  Her love of books and learning new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere else, I'm just lost.  I feel lost at work.  I like my co-workers, the flexibility I have here and of course the pay.  But I hate that I have nothing to do.  I hate that the days drag on and mostly I hate that I'm so bored that all I want to do is eat, which is not helping me at all on my quest to be healthy and make better choices.  I need to change.  But can't afford to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, on this Friday before a nice long weekend, I think I'll just be thankful that we have been so lucky.  So fortunate to not have to struggle.  So blessed to have an amazing little girl with minimal effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sarah for putting that into perspective for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-736375017752874892?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/736375017752874892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=736375017752874892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/736375017752874892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/736375017752874892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-usual-post-for-me.html' title='Not a usual post for me.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5843313967370098774</id><published>2009-09-02T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:12:27.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this explains a lot actually...</title><content type='html'>Monday morning Adam called me at about 7 to tell me that the girl was sick, stuffy nose, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phlegmy &lt;/span&gt;cough, the works.  I decided to stay home with her (and subsequently Adam stayed home too).  She seemed fine on Sunday minus a little stuffy nose.  But when I look back on last week, she was very much NOT herself, her normal, chatty fun well behaved self.  And that explains it, she was probably getting sick last week and we just didn't notice.  I guess that's what happens when you have a baby that NEVER gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she seems to be on the upswing of things now.  And we can officially call this her first time being sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I should save some snot to put in her baby book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5843313967370098774?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5843313967370098774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5843313967370098774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5843313967370098774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5843313967370098774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-explains-lot-actually.html' title='So this explains a lot actually...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1198159345985976315</id><published>2009-08-28T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:10:02.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This MUST be some kind of sick joke..</title><content type='html'>So I don't even make an effort to hide the fact that I have NO work to do anymore at my job.  I come here, I play on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and get paid for it.  But as my husband says, I have reached the end of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so bored and feel like my "talents" are being wasted here.  The problem?  Nothing I could get for a new job would pay me as well as I get paid now.  In many parts of my life I am feeling stuck and this one is no exception.  Don't have funds to go back to school, even if I did not sure what the heck I would do anyway?  Can't afford to quit or take a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pay cut&lt;/span&gt;.  So here I am.  Trying to keep myself busy with random projects (that are quickly wrapping themselves up)  Miserable.  Everyone seems to think it's so great.  But honestly, it's not.  I am tired, burned out and ready for some challenges, which I'm most definitely not getting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime, anyone have any great websites to while away the boring hours here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1198159345985976315?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1198159345985976315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1198159345985976315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1198159345985976315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1198159345985976315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-must-be-some-kind-of-sick-joke.html' title='This MUST be some kind of sick joke..'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1505436551547810853</id><published>2009-08-28T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:57:16.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post I'm sure ALL moms can relate to.</title><content type='html'>So lately when I've had to update a profile picture for say, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or other sites I use, I use a picture of Lillian.  Until yesterday, when I sorta wanted a picture of myself but low and behold, I did not have one.  Not a single one of me, unless Lily was in the picture with me.  And don't get me wrong I love my Little monster.  But there are times when I want to be Miranda, and not Lillian's Mom.  I Love being her mom and would do anything in the world for her, but someday I'll have to be Miranda again and I won't know what the heck to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had Adam take some pictures of me this morning so I could update with pictures of just myself.  And as I edited the photos it came to my attention that I Hated the pics.  No, he didn't do anything wrong when taking them, I just don't like them.  *sigh* I guess I just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture of me and the monster together this morning.  The last Friday she's going to grandmas and therefore the last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I'll get to see her in the morning.  So we did a pony this morning and no outfit could be complete without some "lipstick"  She carries them everywhere and clearly she wasn't having any of it when I tried to pull her arm down for the picture.  So stubborn.  Not sure where she gets that from though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpfS_ZK7kbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/A2Ry4FatRlY/s1600-h/meandlily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374996666820301234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpfS_ZK7kbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/A2Ry4FatRlY/s320/meandlily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1505436551547810853?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1505436551547810853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1505436551547810853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1505436551547810853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1505436551547810853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-im-sure-all-moms-can-relate-to.html' title='A post I&apos;m sure ALL moms can relate to.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpfS_ZK7kbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/A2Ry4FatRlY/s72-c/meandlily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1328928894560310755</id><published>2009-08-26T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:19:28.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 15 month old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnbp9HWNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B5-jZiRijPs/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245086408693970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnbp9HWNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B5-jZiRijPs/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnbArNDpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LTlubculwQs/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245075327717010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnbArNDpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LTlubculwQs/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" /&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245062703539906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnaRpXZsI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bw_k83YGx5g/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnZ8uuVEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PUiezWkIrZw/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245057088869442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnZ8uuVEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PUiezWkIrZw/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had her very first sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can say MANY words now, puppy, daddy, ducky, hi, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will happily run and give daddy a hug and kiss before bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't go to sleep without having a story read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention she has to choose the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her current favorite is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lullabye&lt;/span&gt; Little One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can drink with a straw and almost prefers it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is definitely getting the hang of a spoon and fork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RUNS from you when you are outside cause she likes to be chased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would rather be outside than inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refuses to smile at me when I try to take her picture (thus the reason there aren't many pictures lately)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me laugh at LEAST once a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has 8 Teeth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1328928894560310755?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1328928894560310755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1328928894560310755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1328928894560310755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1328928894560310755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-15-month-old.html' title='My 15 month old...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SpUnbp9HWNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B5-jZiRijPs/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2444271737623704307</id><published>2009-08-25T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:42:31.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made $15 anyway...</title><content type='html'>So last fall I was walking with Lily a couple streets over from our house and there was a woman outside raking leaves.  She seemed normal enough, and most people are drawn to babies and ask questions.  But this was no ordinary woman, and no ordinary conversation.  I think I said about 3 words to this woman the entire conversation which lasted probably a half hour.  In that time I learned about how horrible her neighbors were, where she grew up and where she worked along with a bunch of other stuff I blocked out.  I remember distinctly coming home and telling Adam that I would NEVER, EVER be walking down that street again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to Saturday, This woman stopped by my garage sale.  She bought a pair of shoes and walked around in them talking about how wonderful they were and asking me questions about them like they were a new puppy.  " how old are they?" "Did she wear them a lot?" and you see, I couldn't answer these questions since there weren't my shoes.  Which I did make very very clear to her and she still asked me questions about them.  Anyway she walks around the sale talking about how she would buy this and that if she had the space. (cause that's really what I want to hear when I'm trying to get rid of this stuff)  FINALLY, she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to tonight at 7:45, I'm upstairs in bed (Don't judge, I'm old) and the dog starts freaking out barking.  Whatever, he doesn't like other dogs.  Then I hear Adam come up from the basement and he starts calling for me.  THE CRAZY WOMAN CAME BACK.  Everything was boxed up, She wanted the smaller &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; we were getting rid of.  To top it off she brought people with her.  So Adam deals with it and he's out there for a while and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; wander out there to find these people digging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the goodwill boxes, shopping.  SO Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my crazy neighbor, have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2444271737623704307?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2444271737623704307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2444271737623704307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2444271737623704307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2444271737623704307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-made-15-anyway.html' title='We made $15 anyway...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6492975663152281423</id><published>2009-08-25T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:59:32.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is she going to say Mommy anyway?</title><content type='html'>So you show my monster a picture of mommy and daddy together and all she has to say is DADDY.  Humph.  I get it.  I know daddy is easier to say than mommy is and I know that I DO say daddy more than Adam says mommy to her. But still.  It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the girl says several real words now.  Daddy, Puppy, Baby, Ducky, (her own version of Fish), She says &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BobBob&lt;/span&gt;)  and generally can get her point across with a good nod, shake of the head or by waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting so big.  She'll be 15 months tomorrow!  I'm thinking some new pics are in order. I think we shall go to the gardens this week  (or weekend) and get some fantastic pics of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6492975663152281423?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6492975663152281423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6492975663152281423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6492975663152281423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6492975663152281423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-is-she-going-to-say-mommy-anyway.html' title='When is she going to say Mommy anyway?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7031568893064759936</id><published>2009-08-20T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:05:22.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the crawfish by the way.</title><content type='html'>So Adam and I had a much needed vacation from the ordinary.  Last weekend we went to Wisconsin Dells. Alone.  We had a lot of fun, we left bright and early on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning (or should I say not so bright since it's still dark at 4AM)  We stopped for breakfast on the way and got there about 8:30-9:00.  Wandered the shops downtown and had some lunch.  Did a few of the little haunted house stuff and the Ripley's museum.  We then checked into the hotel and did some more wandering around before we saw the Tommy Bartlett show, which was fantastic!  Then had dinner.  We ate at a place called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crabby's&lt;/span&gt; a seafood buffet.  The food was good for the most part, Adam and I both tried some new things. Raw oysters and some sushi rolls and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;craw fish&lt;/span&gt;.  I really only liked 1 of the three, Can you guess which one it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slept.  Still didn't sleep in.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dang it&lt;/span&gt; the girl has me programed to be awake before 7 now and I can't seem to get myself to sleep later than that.  But we just did breakfast in the hotel and checked the weather a lot since it was raining.  Eventually we went out and had some lunch and realized it was clearing up a bit and so we went back to the hotel and got our swim gear and headed to Mt. Olympus.  We had a BLAST.  That wave pool is pretty awesome along with a ton of other stuff to do there.  Adam got quite the sunburn but it was well worth it.  Kinda cloudy on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the off season meant there weren't a million people there.  After we left there we hit up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; (classy right?)  And just hung out in the hotel room, eventually swimming at the hotel for a while before calling it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we woke up (of course by 7) and had breakfast in the hotel and then got packed up and headed out.  We made one last stop downtown to get something for Lily and for my mom who was watching Lily for us.  And then started the drive home.  We got home about 3:30 or so and we were so happy to see Lily and of course she was pretty happy to see us too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Adam's birthday (happy birthday honey!) so I got up and took Lillian to daycare and then stopped and got breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and brought it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.  Then we just hung out around the house for the day and I went and got Lily and we just relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great vacation but I've said it before and I'll say it again, THEY GO TOO FAST.  I'm still not ready to be back at work yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7031568893064759936?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7031568893064759936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7031568893064759936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7031568893064759936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7031568893064759936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-crawfish-by-way.html' title='It was the crawfish by the way.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5667196184933691171</id><published>2009-08-13T07:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:39:32.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll probably miss her a little though...</title><content type='html'>So Adam and I are going on Vacation this weekend.  Alone.  That means without the baby.  I have had several people ask me if I will miss Lily, and to each of them I say, it's only a weekend, but I'll be happy to get home to her.  Adam and I are very fortunate that we have parents and friends that are willing to watch Lily for us so that we can get some time to ourselves now and again.  My parents take Lily for us one weekend a month so we can have a night to sleep in or go out or just get stuff done around the house without having her following us around screaming by your feet cause she wants you to play with her.   And I think I can speak for both of us when I say we can never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; express how blessed we feel that both sets of our parents want to be a part of her life and understand that sometimes as parents, you just plain need a break. (No matter how great your kid is)  We are a couple, a team, and it's important for us to spend time alone together, to reconnect and just be together.  Sure we may usually end up talking about Lily and wondering what she is doing and hoping she is behaving so that people still want to watch her for us.  But we enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a special treat for us.  We are going to Wisconsin Dells.  Water park capital of the world!  Alone.  In a hotel!  Which we for sure don't get often.  Neither Adam or myself have ever been there so it will be something we can both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; together for the first time.  I have no doubt that we will have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off work tomorrow so that I could clean and mow the lawn and pack and grocery shop, heck that sounds like way more work than actually going to my job.  But Adams parents are watching Lily for us so I'm sorta looking forward to the day to myself to get stuff done at my own pace instead of having to rush around and get it all done during nap time.  Then my mom is coming up to watch Lily and the dog for us for the weekend.  Adam and I plan to leave at like 4 in the morning on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and we'll be home sometime on Monday!  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a very special thanks to everyone who watches Lily for us.  We would truly be insane without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-5667196184933691171?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5667196184933691171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5667196184933691171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5667196184933691171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5667196184933691171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-probably-miss-her-little-though.html' title='I&apos;ll probably miss her a little though...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-796169203242686496</id><published>2009-08-12T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:16:35.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure we're in for it when she's a teenager though.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a friend will tell me something like how they had to drive around for 35 minutes to get their baby to sleep.  And I catch myself wondering WHY?  I mean I know all kids are different but is it more of the parents issues than it is the actual babies/kids.  (Hey the theory rings true on Nanny 911)  But then I feel bad for thinking that.  Cause surely anyone that knows me and Adam knows that we are FAR from perfect and yet, in my honest opinion we have a perfect child.  People tell us ALL the time how easy going she is, and how she really just goes with the flow so easily. Sure she had bumps in the road at times, but we NEVER had trouble getting her to sleep or eat, or really anything we wanted her to do.  We stuck to a pretty strict schedule of things (for many reasons) and it really seemed to work for us.  So then I wonder, will it be this "easy" the next go round? Will our schedule work with another baby that is NOT Lily?  Will I end up eating my own words and thought?  Will our next baby never sleep and be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colicky&lt;/span&gt; and cry all the time?   I have the hardest time picturing that.  Seeing us with anything but a happy baby just like Lily just seems weird and out of place.  And I'm sure for all of the thoughts I have about other parents who have 2 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don't sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the night that I'll be just tortured and forced to eat my own thoughts with our next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then makes me wonder....Do I really want another?  Maybe having one is enough for us?  But then another part of me knows that I do want another, and maybe even to test my theory about sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt; and stuff like that.  But at the same time I LOVE things the way they are right now and I'm not sure I can even really imagine life with Lily AND another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so many choices to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-796169203242686496?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/796169203242686496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=796169203242686496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/796169203242686496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/796169203242686496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sure-were-in-for-it-when-shes.html' title='I&apos;m sure we&apos;re in for it when she&apos;s a teenager though.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1465971917507039324</id><published>2009-08-11T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:08:09.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She didn't learn to drive from me.</title><content type='html'>So I went to pick up the monster from daycare yesterday and they were outside playing.  One little girl got out of one of those cars that you sit in and push with your feet.  She just left it there and wandered off.  Insert my kid  holding onto some toys, she promptly went over and put the toys in the drivers seat and proceeded to SMASH the car into things by pushing it from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we won't be taking her to anymore demo derby's for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1465971917507039324?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1465971917507039324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1465971917507039324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1465971917507039324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1465971917507039324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-didnt-learn-to-drive-from-me.html' title='She didn&apos;t learn to drive from me.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-4574873679907169788</id><published>2009-08-04T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:55:10.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A review, I don't do them often.</title><content type='html'>So I started &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY"&gt;The 30 Day Shred&lt;/a&gt; last Friday as it's become painfully obvious that just eating right isn't going to work for me if I want the body (and the health too I suppose) that I want.  I had heard about this on the Weight Watchers message boards and people gave it great reviews.  So I thought I would check it out.  I read TONS of reviews on this and all of them gave it fantastic reviews, such as how easy it is to follow, meaning no complicated dance moves for those of us who are not very coordinated to try and figure out.  It's short, it takes 20 minutes from start to finish.  You can do it in the privacy of your own home.  You don't need ANY fancy equipment other than a couple of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hand weights&lt;/span&gt; (start off small with like 2 pound ones).  Now, I really have to say I'm always skeptical with myself about starting a new workout.  I get bored easily and worry that I will hate it, or it will hurt or whatever.  And I fully admit after I did it that first day I was SORE.  But a good kinda  sore, the sore that tells you that your muscles are working hard and you are going to be stronger, leaner and meaner for the work you just did.  I actually debated skipping the second night to give my muscles a break, but ultimately decided to just go with it and go a little easier where I needed too and I made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.  It IS easy to follow, the moves are hard physically but you don't have to be coordinated really to work them the proper way.  Jillian is great!  She explains everything very well and encourages you without putting you down (which is something super important to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; soul)  and most importantly she really talks to you in a way that makes you WANT to keep on going when you think you are about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just thought I'd post my review of it since there are so many out there and coming from someone that HATES exercise this is a fantastic workout!  You get a lot of bang for your 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update with my losses once my 30 days is up, though I fully intend to keep on going beyond that!  Tonight will be day 5 and I really anticipate that I'll be just as happy with it on day 55!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add it does have 3 levels.  Level one is "easy" (if you wanna call it that" and so on. (I'm still on level one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go! Get it!  If you've been wanting to get fit but don't have a lot of time OR money, this it the DVD for you!  (and no, I'm not getting paid for my review, though it would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUH&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WEET&lt;/span&gt; if I did. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-4574873679907169788?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/4574873679907169788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=4574873679907169788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4574873679907169788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4574873679907169788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-i-dont-do-them-often.html' title='A review, I don&apos;t do them often.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8559036116883703075</id><published>2009-07-31T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:46:33.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know.</title><content type='html'>This is a pathetic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping my "writer's block" clears up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8559036116883703075?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8559036116883703075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8559036116883703075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8559036116883703075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8559036116883703075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-5448204261962538946</id><published>2009-07-27T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:03:40.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Months-A post in Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lTvTyVuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yPJLtqdcLnY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124489803683554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lTvTyVuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yPJLtqdcLnY/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lTDpOjlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_rEHUjjUA4s/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124478082453074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lTDpOjlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_rEHUjjUA4s/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSx_qNxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tv1xvnU6jk4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124473344702226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSx_qNxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tv1xvnU6jk4/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSYxJGPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2bJsIFGTl_8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124466572925170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSYxJGPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2bJsIFGTl_8/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSApQiUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/UQkN4htsbl4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124460097407298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lSApQiUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/UQkN4htsbl4/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8563286289122470019-5448204261962538946?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/5448204261962538946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=5448204261962538946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5448204261962538946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/5448204261962538946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/14-months-post-in-pictures.html' title='14 Months-A post in Pictures...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sm2lTvTyVuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yPJLtqdcLnY/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8005901310598013601</id><published>2009-07-22T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:51:18.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Tidbits</title><content type='html'>1. I have an addiction to pens and post-its.  I have from a very young age had a pretty massive pen collection, I would say it's actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lessened&lt;/span&gt; a bit as I have gotten older but it's still there.  And post-its?  Who doesn't love post-its?  They are sticky and pretty and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I absolutely HATE it when people call me Amanda.  Spell my name wrong pronounce it wrong all you wish but to call me Amanda.  Now that's just wrong. (disclaimer: I have no issue with the name Amanda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exactly, in fact it's a fine name&lt;/span&gt;, BUT my name is MIRANDA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not know at this point when we will plan for baby number 2.  Right now we are living in a very small house and enjoying the baby we have.  Do I think I would be ready for baby 2 as originally planned?  Sure, but why bother when I love our family the way it is right now.  So it may be a while.  Besides, do I have to mention the MORNING SICKNESS.  No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I totally copied this idea from another &lt;a href="http://captainhambone.typepad.com/not_that_you_asked/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; I read.  Though I'm afraid that she's a lot more clever than I am with her random 7 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Adam and I have currently been arguing about who has to make his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. appointment for him.  You see he has a little cyst on his cheek.  I say he's a big boy and should do it and he says I should do it for him.  I will NOT do it on principal.  Besides we have life insurance (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm mostly kidding about that part)  But honestly I have myself and Lily's appointments to worry about let alone his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I ate an entire bag of Quaker &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; corn rice cakes this morning.  DON'T JUDGE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have had the most serious of serious writer's block lately.  (and I'm not even a writer)  I can't seem to think of ANYTHING to talk about and when I do it's boring or has nothing to do with anything.  Hopefully I'll have some pictures to post soon!  (yes that may be a teaser)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8005901310598013601?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8005901310598013601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8005901310598013601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8005901310598013601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8005901310598013601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-random-tidbits.html' title='7 Random Tidbits'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6900046425567382964</id><published>2009-07-21T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:58:57.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear CoffeeMaker:</title><content type='html'>I hear you back there, right behind my back.  Making all kinds of noise to attract me and make me feel bad that I have been neglecting you.  But really you should be happy that so many others still drink that wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt; beverage that you produce.  But I need a break.  You have taken over my life and my weekends have been headache filled on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday you and I can find a good balance of how much to drink without being dependant on you totally but for now, only for now, I need to try other beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6900046425567382964?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6900046425567382964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6900046425567382964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6900046425567382964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6900046425567382964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-coffeemaker.html' title='Dear CoffeeMaker:'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3714114968905428137</id><published>2009-07-21T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:56:52.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, almost 14 months later...</title><content type='html'>And I thought I'd share Lily's birth story. So it gets to be a little bit of too much information so if you don't want to read it then just skip on over to the next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 5 days over due. Scheduled to be induced on the upcoming Tuesday. As my Dr. was actually up in Canada with her family over Memorial weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I had decided to hit up a movie. (Indiana Jones) Then we went to our local craft store to pick up a few things, as we were having a baby and knew it would be while before we got to do that stuff. Then we rented some movies and headed home. We were in the middle of a really stupid movie. I can't remember the name, I'm sure Adam will remind me when he reads this. But about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;halfway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; I felt some contractions. Not my normal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; Hicks contractions either, they were REAL contractions. So I timed them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the stupid movie and we finished that. Then I called the hospital since they were about 3 minutes apart at this point. I took a shower and headed in. It was about 7:30pm or so when we got there. I was so paranoid that they would tell me that it wasn't real and they'd send me home. Thank GOODNESS they didn't. They kept us. We got settled into our delivery room and did some walking around for a while. The contractions were getting pretty uncomfortable and eventually I asked when I could have the epidural just so I wouldn't miss my window for it. (hey what can I say, It was invented for a reason) So she told me I could get it right away, I know I wasn't even dilated to 4 yet when they gave it to me, but the rest was pretty smooth sailing. Eventually around 12:30 or so I started pushing. I felt so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;. SO they let me drink some water. I pushed for about an hour or so and then took another drink of water and choked. Yes, I choked and coughed and guess what happened. Miss Lily popped out. As a result I had a pretty bad tear (3rd degree) and was bleeding, a lot. But my little girl was here. I was a little surprised that she was a girl, I wasn't even aware of how much I thought she was a boy until she was there. Full head of hair and powerful set of lungs. They took her and weighed her and all that. I was bleeding a lot, I was kinda in a fog at this point as they stitched me up and did all that. They gave me a shot to stop the bleeding and as the epidural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wore&lt;/span&gt; off I felt so sick. I ended up throwing up, It was SO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; hurt so dang bad. And practically right away they had me get up to take a shower, which did not go over so well and I got to ride in a wheelchair to my regular room. Which to this day I STILL can not believe they expected me to walk that after just pushing out that watermelon. But my little girl was here. Lillian Grace, 8 pounds 8 ounces. 19.5 inches long and born at 1:44 am on May 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later we got to make an ER trip and got to have a D&amp;amp;C since not all of the placenta was out. But after that it was smooth sailing, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she is 14 months old. But on one hand it feels like we have always had her and on the other it seems like just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. That's how Lily came to be. Since I didn't start this blog until several months after she was born. Now it's all written down so I can rub it in later when she grows up. What? That's what parents do isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3714114968905428137?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3714114968905428137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3714114968905428137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3714114968905428137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3714114968905428137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-almost-14-months-later.html' title='So, almost 14 months later...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2703768200522676614</id><published>2009-07-09T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:18:06.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We do it every night but it's never the same...</title><content type='html'>So last night, 7:00 rolled around.  I opened the baby gate and up we went.  Lily and I, to get her bath ready.  She stood anxiously at the side of the tub throwing her toys in as the water filled up.  I gathered her things, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, towel, diaper and set out her clothes for the following day.  By this time the water is full up and she is ready to get in.  She anxiously held her arms up so I could undress her.  She got in, I washed her and then let her play for 10 minutes or so.  As usual I let the water drain out and only when the water is ALL gone and I have taken all the toys out of the tub is she willing to come out and dry off.  I cuddle her up in the towel and brush her teeth.  Then we head into her room and sit on the floor as I put lotion on and sing her some silly song about her left and right leg, then her arms and so on.  We get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diapie&lt;/span&gt; on and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammie&lt;/span&gt; bottoms.  Sit up and put her shirt on and then comb her hair.  Have a drink of water and then we climb into the rocking chair to read a story.  Last night was "I'll always find you".  She turns the pages as I read to her and she points to things excitedly and I tell her what they are.  And most of the time I can ask her to find something on the page and she happily obliges me.  Finally the story is over.  I put the book away and turn her to face me with her Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beary&lt;/span&gt;.  She cuddles right in for some Snuggles as we sing a couple of songs.  I start off with Twinkle Twinkle, then move on to the Mockingbird song.  But last night was different for some reason.  I didn't do anything different than usual but for some reason something was different.  I caught myself thinking about how it seemed like 5 minutes ago when we did this all the night before.  Then I caught myself thinking how I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how big she is and how she's almost 14 months old already.  Really?  How did this happen?  My sweet baby is growing up, and for just a moment I wished I could freeze the time.  And just hold onto her forever in there very spot.  Right after story time and as I sing to her.  But realize that all I can do is enjoy this time with her now and NEVER wish the time away.  So then I asked her if she was ready for night night, and I got my usual response of a grunt and a  point in the direction of the crib.  In which case I ask her if she wants to go in there and she bounces and grunts happily at me.  I pick her up and give her one last hug and a big kiss and lay her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy your time with them.  They really grow too fast."  People sure don't lie about that do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Lily-Monster.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2703768200522676614?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2703768200522676614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2703768200522676614' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2703768200522676614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2703768200522676614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-do-it-every-night-but-its-never-same.html' title='We do it every night but it&apos;s never the same...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7604231249269011722</id><published>2009-07-09T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:05:25.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is SUCH a girly girl.</title><content type='html'>So last night before Adam got home Lily discovered HER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chap stick&lt;/span&gt; (she has several and I call them her lipsticks).  She also discovered my lunch bag and was carrying it around like a purse.  Then she tried to put her lipstick in my lunch bag.  Which prompted me to get HER purse and give it to her.  She had fun with it, carried it around on her shoulder and when it fell off would come back to me to help her get it back up.  She is SUCH a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4c5BG_3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2S3E_qzP-ng/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356460507052572530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4c5BG_3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2S3E_qzP-ng/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily with her purse (her lipstick is in the purse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4cjMGX6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/-okSB2CSRAA/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356460501193088930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4cjMGX6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/-okSB2CSRAA/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just Exploring her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4ccELgbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5CKme7ObGTs/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356460499280822706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4ccELgbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5CKme7ObGTs/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'm in trouble when she gets older. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7604231249269011722?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7604231249269011722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7604231249269011722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7604231249269011722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7604231249269011722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-is-such-girly-girl.html' title='She is SUCH a girly girl.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlX4c5BG_3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2S3E_qzP-ng/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3981086048778723109</id><published>2009-07-08T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:31:26.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I'm late with this, But I did promise and so here they are...pictures of Lily swimming in the River.  Every year for the fourth of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; we go to Adam's Grandma's house as they do a BBQ and we usually swim and hang out on the river.  This year lily was big enough to participate.  She is a little fish, she just loves the water so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ1EVhxfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/a4ZbccI5_XU/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065098221864434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ1EVhxfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/a4ZbccI5_XU/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lillian sporting her new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life jacket&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ00W_lMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/O-RjwuVPMDk/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065093933044930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ00W_lMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/O-RjwuVPMDk/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimming in the shallows with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ0cWsKiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YAlPW_2musE/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065087489321506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ0cWsKiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YAlPW_2musE/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way out in the deep in her tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3981086048778723109?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3981086048778723109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3981086048778723109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3981086048778723109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3981086048778723109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSQ1EVhxfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/a4ZbccI5_XU/s72-c/IMG_0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6918809107379915182</id><published>2009-07-08T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:26:46.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily meets her Great Grandparents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356062802067402034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOvafpLTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nA4EYIy1RoU/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her great-uncle Duane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOvJ_7unI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nVJnmSxwJ5w/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356062797639432818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOvJ_7unI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nVJnmSxwJ5w/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Checking out the chickens with her Great Grandma Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOuiB4diI/AAAAAAAAAfw/FFxKtcvlt-U/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356062786910189090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOuiB4diI/AAAAAAAAAfw/FFxKtcvlt-U/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading a book about tractors with her Great Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Penske&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the trip was great, we left early on the 3rd.  Right after she woke up around 6, we ate breakfast and headed out.  It was about a 2.5 hour drive (we stopped a couple of times though).  We got there about 9:30 and everyone was surprised to see us so early.  But it was nice, we visited while grandma got the rest of the salads made for dinner and then we headed up to check out the chickens.  Lily really could have done without them (and we all know how I feel about birds)  But she did enjoy the company and the fresh air and when the Rooster FINALLY would crow she got a kick out of that.  Then we wandered around and checked out the big gardens they have, which lily loved and wanted to just sit and play in the dirt.  Of course then we ate.  Some yummy salads and chicken sandwiches.  This would have normally been Lily's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; but she was a trouper and we stayed and visited til about 3:15 or so and then we headed back home.  She did sleep most of the way home (as I figured she would).  It was a good day and I'm happy to say that 13 months into her life she FINALLY got to meet her wonderful great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6918809107379915182?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6918809107379915182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6918809107379915182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6918809107379915182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6918809107379915182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/lily-meets-her-great-grandparents.html' title='Lily meets her Great Grandparents.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SlSOvafpLTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nA4EYIy1RoU/s72-c/IMG_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-357750459334870042</id><published>2009-07-06T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:24:23.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been you ask?</title><content type='html'>No-where really.  Just have felt uninspired as of late to write anything that anyone (including me) would want to read.  It's not even that we haven't had a lot going on I mean the girl is walking up a storm but really it's just been me being a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 13 month old can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around, including getting to standing without pulling up on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make anyone within a 50 mile radius smile with her crinkle nose smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit and read books by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to get the hang of using a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming for the first time in the river over the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July (post about that to follow tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still eat pretty much anything except &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;.  She doesn't dig em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is still a fantastic sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawl up the stairs by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still loves daycare and sometimes fusses when I want to take her home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY met her great grandma and grandpa Penske.  (post on this to follow as well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-357750459334870042?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/357750459334870042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=357750459334870042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/357750459334870042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/357750459334870042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-have-i-been-you-ask.html' title='Where have I been you ask?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-8320723681951545081</id><published>2009-06-22T14:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:46:34.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think I could pick a favorite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesawatzkes.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sawatzkes&lt;/a&gt;!  Thanks so much for letting me do your pictures guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e4VGRV9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/qf7ZjSm20k0/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239941656926162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e4VGRV9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/qf7ZjSm20k0/s320/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e4PwxdKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vMQexcoM-i8/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239940224578722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e4PwxdKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vMQexcoM-i8/s320/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e33s-T3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/J75ApHgF87o/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239933766193010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e33s-T3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/J75ApHgF87o/s320/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_ee7Cc4WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yldHUQA_xPw/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239505164853602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_ee7Cc4WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yldHUQA_xPw/s320/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_eeX22xBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/H5g1fFS1tSA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239495720977426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_eeX22xBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/H5g1fFS1tSA/s320/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_ed4A9JnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BX97QbbJWXA/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239487173404274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_ed4A9JnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BX97QbbJWXA/s320/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_edoBBo0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/YKJKoEkJx64/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239482878731074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_edoBBo0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/YKJKoEkJx64/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_edalgFMI/AAAAAAAAAew/KJw-n2RrqkM/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350239479273624770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_edalgFMI/AAAAAAAAAew/KJw-n2RrqkM/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dyBBsTqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1NvNx-rlsH0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238733678169762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dyBBsTqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1NvNx-rlsH0/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dx5k1IEI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hFbjWCEHGU0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238731678064706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dx5k1IEI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hFbjWCEHGU0/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dxaESpII/AAAAAAAAAeY/2Y1eR-C2EsY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238723220087938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dxaESpII/AAAAAAAAAeY/2Y1eR-C2EsY/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dxCB-kkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xmMWQ6eRfeQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238716767932994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dxCB-kkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xmMWQ6eRfeQ/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dw21ZiwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yULZtD1bkVc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238713762384642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_dw21ZiwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yULZtD1bkVc/s320/1.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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-8320723681951545081?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/8320723681951545081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=8320723681951545081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8320723681951545081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/8320723681951545081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-think-i-could-pick-favorite.html' title='I don&apos;t think I could pick a favorite...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sj_e4VGRV9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/qf7ZjSm20k0/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-326029208068147578</id><published>2009-06-19T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:11:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHEM: We have a walker!</title><content type='html'>So my daughter, who will be 13 months old next week was just cruising along last night along the furniture which she has been doing for about 2 months now, when she stepped away from the chair and took about 4 steps.  And it's all been downhill from there.  Adam and I of course kept making her walk between us.  Until she realized that when you let her go she can walk AWAY from you, all the way across the room.  So basically Wednesday she couldn't walk and Thursday she could.  Crazy how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take video of it.  And I'll upload that on Monday for the whole world to see but it takes forever and a day to do it at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-326029208068147578?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/326029208068147578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=326029208068147578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/326029208068147578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/326029208068147578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahem-we-have-walker.html' title='AHEM: We have a walker!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1069083993951678109</id><published>2009-06-17T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:08:22.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's up with me lately?</title><content type='html'>Man, Have I ever been slacking in the blogging section of my life.  Seems I have a lot going on but just never really feel much like writing about it, and if I do feel like writing I feel uninspired and I certainly don't want to bore my readers with boring stories about how lily won't sleep past 6:30 anymore, which wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't super crab when she woke up.  But for some reason I just feel like that's not something people want to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been feeling like certain areas of my life I am growing away from and others closer to.  I don't really know how to explain that other than maybe we've just been so busy that I haven't really just sat down to type out what's going on.  It seems every weekend that comes has plans in it already.  I remember why I don't really mind winter so much.  You get to stay home and relax and watch movies instead of run over all over creation.  But really why does it bother me so much to have so many plans?  Cause I am a hermit that's why.  I plan this stuff cause I like to do it all but then complain about not having time to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sporting a pretty wicked sunburn from the Zoo trip on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, it has moved past the burn stage and is now in the itchy stage.  And let me just say I am SO glad I actually put sunblock on most of the areas otherwise I would surely throw myself off a cliff cause I couldn't take the itching, even with the aloe gel it's so itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else is going on?  Friday Lily is going over to Adam's parents house for the morning and then I have some photography stuff at 3 and then hopefully my kid and their kid can swim, provided it doesn't rain on us all.  Saturday Lily and I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; at 10-12 and then I am meeting another friend and her baby at 1 at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;albertville&lt;/span&gt; to do some shopping.  Should be fun.  Sunday is fathers day and I can't state what I have planned since Adam reads this (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so there is nothing planned yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll get better, these things go in phases for me for some reason so I'll just write when I feel like it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything great I should write about?  World peace?  Learning to fly a kite?  Anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1069083993951678109?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1069083993951678109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1069083993951678109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1069083993951678109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1069083993951678109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-whats-up-with-me-lately.html' title='So what&apos;s up with me lately?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-3863649057433675961</id><published>2009-06-15T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:07:11.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdates with the Giraffes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGTSvAzkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4gdoIgNBX-E/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538904809524802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGTSvAzkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4gdoIgNBX-E/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGS3qdeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c-iFk4lc9kg/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538897542674690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGS3qdeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c-iFk4lc9kg/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promise she is trying to give him a kiss, though really who cares, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGSlVin8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/9eKVO_S1P20/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538892623093698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGSlVin8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/9eKVO_S1P20/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes they are discussing world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theczarandi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538887881489970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGSTrDfjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0jETlJdS9VM/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;Abbey and the Czar  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the zoo trip guys, we had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: There are no actual picture of giraffes in this post as I didn't take any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-3863649057433675961?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/3863649057433675961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=3863649057433675961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3863649057433675961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/3863649057433675961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/playdates-with-giraffes.html' title='Playdates with the Giraffes....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SjZGTSvAzkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4gdoIgNBX-E/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2255271866265269482</id><published>2009-06-10T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:43:44.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's first haircut.</title><content type='html'>So I'm not normally a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nakie&lt;/span&gt; baby picture kinda girl, But she was sporting some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diapie&lt;/span&gt; rash so we let her wander around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nakie&lt;/span&gt; for a while to let things *cough* air out, so to speak.  So a glimpse of my kid watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;  in the buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T3Vmbm3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/vEJBZae0BPc/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345724230356671346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T3Vmbm3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/vEJBZae0BPc/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T20PBZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/5ttUtUSre84/s1600-h/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345724221400115138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T20PBZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/5ttUtUSre84/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture you can see her hair cut.  It was just too long in the front and was CONSTANTLY in her eyes and the bows just couldn't contain it anymore.  Incidentally this is what she does when she's tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T2juJXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dgsbwpkP7l8/s1600-h/DSC_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345724216967257634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T2juJXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dgsbwpkP7l8/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Perfect Curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T2V6uh1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/HGr2ycMzPiI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345724213261928274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T2V6uh1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/HGr2ycMzPiI/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my little Boy...er...I mean....girl.  Not sure I'm crazy about the way it got cut but at least I brought her in and didn't try to do it myself. I can only imagine how great it would look then.  It's just hair.  It'll grow back....RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8563286289122470019-2255271866265269482?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2255271866265269482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2255271866265269482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2255271866265269482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2255271866265269482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/lilys-first-haircut.html' title='Lily&apos;s first haircut.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Si_T3Vmbm3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/vEJBZae0BPc/s72-c/DSC_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-7862256648703598130</id><published>2009-06-03T07:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:45:16.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily the Fish</title><content type='html'>As promised....Only a day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwI491peI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZmDlUrt0yqY/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081305954690530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwI491peI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZmDlUrt0yqY/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This girl is a splashing fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwIi_wjsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JTP1YS_6omo/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081300057165506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwIi_wjsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JTP1YS_6omo/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwIe2BxFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JBIlgCQDGGs/s1600-h/DSC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081298942608466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwIe2BxFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JBIlgCQDGGs/s320/DSC_0317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwINSMpoI/AAAAAAAAAco/YuFNrki64vE/s1600-h/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081294228924034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwINSMpoI/AAAAAAAAAco/YuFNrki64vE/s320/DSC_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-7862256648703598130?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/7862256648703598130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=7862256648703598130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7862256648703598130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/7862256648703598130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/lily-fish.html' title='Lily the Fish'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/SiZwI491peI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZmDlUrt0yqY/s72-c/DSC_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-2688959040303896124</id><published>2009-06-01T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:58:08.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short weekend...</title><content type='html'>Man I am not used to having only a two day weekend anymore (I Know, Poor Miranda)  But the 2 days I did have just FLEW by.  Saturday we went to my parents to help out down in their new place, that took pretty much the whole day.  Sunday Adam took a shower, I cleaned out lily's pool and refilled it and set it up in the sun so the water could warm up!  When she went down for her nap I got a lot done, lots of cleaning done which was nice.  Then Lily played a bit and had lunch, about 2 or so I took her out so she could play in the pool since it seemed it was warm enough for her!  She had a blast (pictures to be posted tomorrow)!  Then we grilled dinner and just relaxed for the night.  A good weekend overall just far too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-2688959040303896124?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/2688959040303896124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=2688959040303896124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2688959040303896124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/2688959040303896124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-weekend.html' title='Short weekend...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-6297839686641042715</id><published>2009-05-28T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:47:45.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Stats</title><content type='html'>Well we had our One year well visit yesterday and after our 9 month appointment which didn't include any shots at all.  This one wasn't so nice.  We got there about 10 to 3. (her appointment was at 3)   Got back into the room right away where we got her weight. 19.6 pounds (25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile!) and her height 29.5 inches (75&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and of course head size.  Then we listened to her heart and then the nurse left and we got stuck in that little TINY room for a half hour.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; for lily to do so she got pretty restless in there with nothing to do so by the time the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. came in she was pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squirrely&lt;/span&gt;.  I should really carry a bigger purse and learn to keep toys in there or something (but that's another story).  SO the Dr. finally came in.  Of course asked us questions and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about memorial day weekend last year and how she felt really bad leaving for their annual family trip when I was already overdue with her in the first place (of course I had Lily while my Dr. was up in Canada) But all things worked out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so that wasn't a problem.  Then she tells me that Lily gets 4 shots and then we should test for lead and Hemoglobin.  So that means another finger prick.  *sigh*  Poor kiddo.  So we waited another 10 minutes or so to get the shots and then she had those and then over to lab for another poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all things went well and she won't remember the shots today so that's good at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is a normal happy, healthy little one year old.  Ahead on a few things, I don't think she's behind on anything which is good.  SO I'll take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-6297839686641042715?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/6297839686641042715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=6297839686641042715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6297839686641042715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/6297839686641042715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year-stats.html' title='One Year Stats'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-4432667917275311237</id><published>2009-05-27T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:08:49.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post in pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JGOdJvaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dFvcuqCW5oc/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505104439688610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JGOdJvaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dFvcuqCW5oc/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My ONE year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFy8tiaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lEZTcRA6wik/s1600-h/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505097055865250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFy8tiaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lEZTcRA6wik/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the zoo with daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFjRbPnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jbBQCDMpypk/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505092847779442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFjRbPnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jbBQCDMpypk/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meh,  I'll just hang out on this turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFMkI_lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gkpzFa_VaVw/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505086752259666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JFMkI_lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gkpzFa_VaVw/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JE8WPQJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IXsC-mKgKhs/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505082398982290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JE8WPQJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IXsC-mKgKhs/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my natural habitat with the apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HRBuUzKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bSX3TPsqVHs/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503090977361058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HRBuUzKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bSX3TPsqVHs/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for presents!&lt;br /&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/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQ7ooc_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/90YFUQO1HTA/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503089342870514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQ7ooc_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/90YFUQO1HTA/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very own purse&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQfDkQTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V88dNN5yl7I/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503081671213362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQfDkQTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V88dNN5yl7I/s320/DSC_0147.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQG_dKYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/X0Xuyj3fpZg/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503075211520386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HQG_dKYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/X0Xuyj3fpZg/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom Nom Nom.&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HP9mJmDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xF3WTYeJQAc/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503072689461298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1HP9mJmDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xF3WTYeJQAc/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lily!&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-4432667917275311237?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/4432667917275311237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=4432667917275311237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4432667917275311237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/4432667917275311237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-in-pictures.html' title='A post in pictures.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sh1JGOdJvaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dFvcuqCW5oc/s72-c/DSC_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563286289122470019.post-1191767399441388515</id><published>2009-05-26T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:00:01.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Year Old...</title><content type='html'>pulls herself up and walk around holding on to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gives hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waves hi and bye and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dances like a big girl when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt; comes on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would live either outside or in the tub if we let her.  (looking forward to her pool this summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will bring you the same book over and over and over again, plop herself in your lap until you read it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to sneak the dog some food while she eats.  (the dog likes this too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the smiliest happiest baby I've ever seen in my life. (of course I may be a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been such a source of wonder and adventure for us this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is constantly learning new things, some of which we don't want her too (climbing up the stairs for example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves any and all food, she hasn't met a food she hasn't liked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the best thing that has happened to myself and I'll even speak for Adam on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you baby!  Don't grow up too fast!  Happy One Year Old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563286289122470019-1191767399441388515?l=thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/feeds/1191767399441388515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8563286289122470019&amp;postID=1191767399441388515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1191767399441388515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8563286289122470019/posts/default/1191767399441388515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimplelifeoflily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-one-year-old.html' title='My One Year Old...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479488056341979605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXlZite0cc0/Sf9BJ2GpxeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/z7fAplbXzG4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
