<?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-5846433045158779875</id><updated>2011-12-09T18:37:56.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wells Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Life isn't the amount of breaths you take; it's the amount of moments that take your breath away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5561997211114946220</id><published>2011-12-09T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:10:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun!</title><content type='html'>So here is a long blog with lots of photos......kinda like all my other blogs- lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to Dickens of a Christmas.....twice. First without Daddy, then again with Daddy.&amp;nbsp; It's the Christmas festival that downtown Mckinney holds every year. The girls had fun with the petting zoo, and each made an ornament (twice), and loved the hot chocolate and funnel cake and corndogs.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn heard 'ho, ho, ho' over the loudspeaker and kept asking "Mommy, who is doing all that ho-ing?&amp;nbsp; We have to find who is ho-ing!" &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/-kcr5Liv17tI/TuJRiKYItFI/AAAAAAAACOM/5XNd8n9e0vc/s1600/Blogger+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcr5Liv17tI/TuJRiKYItFI/AAAAAAAACOM/5XNd8n9e0vc/s200/Blogger+003.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-tAi9mAX3KC8/TuJRl0DYetI/AAAAAAAACOU/znCxFjBsYGg/s1600/Blogger+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAi9mAX3KC8/TuJRl0DYetI/AAAAAAAACOU/znCxFjBsYGg/s200/Blogger+001.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-C0svhnQwkcY/TuJRpmowNUI/AAAAAAAACOc/rdRNaopk2Aw/s1600/Blogger+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0svhnQwkcY/TuJRpmowNUI/AAAAAAAACOc/rdRNaopk2Aw/s200/Blogger+002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to our HOA Christmas Tree Lighting ceremony.&amp;nbsp; They had alot of crafts there as well. The girls ran around another petting zoo, ate hot chocolate and cookies, played in a bell concert and took pictures with Mrs. Claus (fyi, much shorter line than with Mr. Claus.)&amp;nbsp; In the end we went on a fun carriage ride.&amp;nbsp; It was warm that night, but the Madelynn and Annie loved wearing their hats. Such fashionistas- lol!&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/-b6YG3OCPAfM/TuJ0_3ygaKI/AAAAAAAACUs/I-nNS3W2Vc8/s1600/Blogger+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6YG3OCPAfM/TuJ0_3ygaKI/AAAAAAAACUs/I-nNS3W2Vc8/s200/Blogger+004.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-FIq6Hv3ODD0/TuJ1DcdRDcI/AAAAAAAACU0/HhCa2k-okD4/s1600/Blogger+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIq6Hv3ODD0/TuJ1DcdRDcI/AAAAAAAACU0/HhCa2k-okD4/s200/Blogger+005.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-Ofm8--rdw4g/TuJ1HQjj0qI/AAAAAAAACU8/vIjkDWDKxZg/s1600/Blogger+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ofm8--rdw4g/TuJ1HQjj0qI/AAAAAAAACU8/vIjkDWDKxZg/s200/Blogger+010.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-iKmnUCKu2fY/TuJ1LZXVoCI/AAAAAAAACVE/C9z6vmJRvbM/s1600/Blogger+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKmnUCKu2fY/TuJ1LZXVoCI/AAAAAAAACVE/C9z6vmJRvbM/s200/Blogger+011.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48NivFyMf40/TuJ1Oop_nVI/AAAAAAAACVM/n1MOOytQ1Kg/s1600/Blogger+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48NivFyMf40/TuJ1Oop_nVI/AAAAAAAACVM/n1MOOytQ1Kg/s200/Blogger+012.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEPBCxzOjeA/TuJ1Rg8OF9I/AAAAAAAACVU/ASw6IkkcGgA/s1600/Blogger+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEPBCxzOjeA/TuJ1Rg8OF9I/AAAAAAAACVU/ASw6IkkcGgA/s200/Blogger+013.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this week to screams of snow and "icing."&amp;nbsp; Evidently, we had gotten a small dusting of snow and the girls couldn't wait to get out and try eating it- lol!&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/-Z20lzQoVJDc/TuJ1Uz0ix5I/AAAAAAAACVc/va8Y7SBAv9k/s1600/Blogger+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z20lzQoVJDc/TuJ1Uz0ix5I/AAAAAAAACVc/va8Y7SBAv9k/s200/Blogger+015.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We also made some Christmas bells for our neighbors this year. The girls were so excited to be using permanent markers.....I had to watch like a hawk, but most things ended up unscathed.&amp;nbsp; *sniff*&amp;nbsp; My girls are growing up! &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/-H-N8Kv4H9xI/TuJ08xCLkAI/AAAAAAAACUk/kXYdUOoa8Fg/s1600/Blogger+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-N8Kv4H9xI/TuJ08xCLkAI/AAAAAAAACUk/kXYdUOoa8Fg/s200/Blogger+018.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2TCm-PGC-c/TuJ1bqEWGdI/AAAAAAAACVs/TlfUAlrStp8/s1600/Blogger+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2TCm-PGC-c/TuJ1bqEWGdI/AAAAAAAACVs/TlfUAlrStp8/s200/Blogger+017.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-YJlmSd8JGBA/TuJ1YN-pi8I/AAAAAAAACVk/XGSq3VTZAPk/s1600/Blogger+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJlmSd8JGBA/TuJ1YN-pi8I/AAAAAAAACVk/XGSq3VTZAPk/s200/Blogger+016.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still have more Christmas activities planned. I really love doing all these fun things with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Hope you all are having fun with your own Christmas plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5561997211114946220?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5561997211114946220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5561997211114946220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5561997211114946220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcr5Liv17tI/TuJRiKYItFI/AAAAAAAACOM/5XNd8n9e0vc/s72-c/Blogger+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7487746975467768992</id><published>2011-11-02T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:02:49.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I love all the Fall activities, and so do the girls!&amp;nbsp; We went to Kroger's annual fall games and trick-or-treating special, the girls and Jake went to a pumpkin patch (with his family of course), and then we've had alot of fun making paper pumpkins and passing them out with cookies to our neighbors too!&amp;nbsp;&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/-RoH_IJZKlAk/TrGCQykiJiI/AAAAAAAACNE/TzA2VC34cTw/s1600/Blogger+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoH_IJZKlAk/TrGCQykiJiI/AAAAAAAACNE/TzA2VC34cTw/s200/Blogger+001.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHmurOeb4yg/TrGCU-H8LaI/AAAAAAAACNM/_s2ui9DJl9o/s1600/Blogger+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsFS-I7jZM4/TrGCYHdH00I/AAAAAAAACNU/PsW1x1muEZw/s1600/Blogger+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsFS-I7jZM4/TrGCYHdH00I/AAAAAAAACNU/PsW1x1muEZw/s200/Blogger+003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L906Flo5j_4/TrGCMS5iuqI/AAAAAAAACM8/6Q3kiBIfp3E/s1600/Blogger+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L906Flo5j_4/TrGCMS5iuqI/AAAAAAAACM8/6Q3kiBIfp3E/s200/Blogger+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for Halloween, Annie and Madelynn decided they were a fairy princess. Joy was content just being herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0psKMSXlo9Y/TrGEqT1w74I/AAAAAAAACN8/tQvqQCRNfgA/s1600/Blogger+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0psKMSXlo9Y/TrGEqT1w74I/AAAAAAAACN8/tQvqQCRNfgA/s200/Blogger+009.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIt_A8fNtgw/TrGEmm35efI/AAAAAAAACN0/j_c2fLXURuI/s1600/Blogger+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIt_A8fNtgw/TrGEmm35efI/AAAAAAAACN0/j_c2fLXURuI/s200/Blogger+010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think they made out fairly well!&amp;nbsp; Mommy and Daddy enjoy the candy very much too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Halloween too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7487746975467768992?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7487746975467768992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7487746975467768992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7487746975467768992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoH_IJZKlAk/TrGCQykiJiI/AAAAAAAACNE/TzA2VC34cTw/s72-c/Blogger+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3619634230810799626</id><published>2011-08-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:53:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sandwich</title><content type='html'>My Favorite summertime sandwich is a cucumber sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread some cream cheese on bread (just regular cream cheese is fine)&lt;br /&gt;slice some cucumbers and add&lt;br /&gt;add optional turkey (delifresh turkey lunchmeat is what I use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viole! yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3619634230810799626?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3619634230810799626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3619634230810799626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3619634230810799626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-sandwich.html' title='Summer Sandwich'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6620397554007911879</id><published>2011-08-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:57:53.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Sad Note</title><content type='html'>One more quick thing, on a sadder note. I did want to thank you all for keeping me and all the friends and family of the recent deaths in your thoughts and prayers.&amp;nbsp; It's been a hard couple of weeks, especially for this overemotional preggo. I just pray that I can be there for all the wonderful people in my life who are hurting from these deaths. I want to respect the privacy of these people and not give details on here, so just a small summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first death was of a dear friend and coworker. She was such a vibrant and fun person to be around. Cancer can be no fun, but she had a way of uplifting people through even the hardest of circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second death was of the mother of a very close friend of mine. I had known her mother for several years, and enjoyed all the conversations we shared. She was such a comfort to talk to, and gave the best advice. She was like the sun; being near her warmed your heart and made you a more positive, better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third death was of a friend of mine, that I've known for about 14years. We had met in high school, and even though we lost and regained contact many times through the years; we always picked right up where we left off......as if no time had gone at all.&amp;nbsp; He had such a quiet strength about him, I could always be myself and feel right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these very special people will always hold a place in my heart. I know I will see them again in Heaven. It makes me appreciate everything and everyone even more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this quick note ended up being alittle longer than expected.&amp;nbsp; Please remember to tell everyone you love them, and to live each day to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6620397554007911879?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6620397554007911879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-sad-note.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6620397554007911879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6620397554007911879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-sad-note.html' title='On a Sad Note'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5076379085845717813</id><published>2011-08-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:34:02.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in forever, but I've still been so tired with this pregnancy. I can't seem to get anything done.&amp;nbsp; Jake and the girls have been really patient with me....hopefully this stage passes soon.&amp;nbsp; Some quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a car!&amp;nbsp; We kept debating on getting a minivan, and had finally decided to get one. Then when we went to the dealership to compare the Honda Pilot with the Honda Odyssey (totally thinking the Odyssey would be the clear choice) we found that the most pros were with the Pilot!&amp;nbsp; It was cheaper, with the better APR. It has good gas mileage, and room for 8 passengers. The trunk space wasn't bad, and did I mention it was cheaper?&amp;nbsp; I'm very glad we chose the Pilot. Even though I've found some cons to it.....I enjoy spending money on things I really like rather than things I 'groan' about.&amp;nbsp; We can pretend to be young just a little longer. ;)&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/-8Po_lX14JYg/TlQalqBCp4I/AAAAAAAACMk/n_zjDrPrUAI/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Po_lX14JYg/TlQalqBCp4I/AAAAAAAACMk/n_zjDrPrUAI/s320/IMG_2229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some kind of stomach virus, the girls are back to their normal selves again.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn is enjoying sounding out and trying to read everything in sight. We're working on writing.....but that is still needing alot of practice.&amp;nbsp; Annie is talking better and better. She really enjoys singing, and is working on colors, shapes, and numbers.&amp;nbsp; Joy got 2 more teeth in! She now has her 2 bottom and 2 top teeth (both middle.)&amp;nbsp; She got a taste of table food, and took off trying to taste everything!&amp;nbsp; She is still trying to figure out the sippy cup, but enjoys copying her sisters.&amp;nbsp; She races after her sisters (on all fours) everywhere they go. She has even started imitating things; i.e. she puts the toy phone to her ear and yells in it. I can't believe how big all the girls are getting! Here is a recent pic of Joy (yes, her onesie is quite the mess.)&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/-BWMzLKw7HP8/TlQcYzAh3UI/AAAAAAAACMo/QXF4V-kVJOc/s1600/IMG_2237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWMzLKw7HP8/TlQcYzAh3UI/AAAAAAAACMo/QXF4V-kVJOc/s320/IMG_2237.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post recent pics of Madelynn and Annie later. They are so busy, I realized we've been doing mostly movies of them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta jet off. There are so many things I want to blog about, I'll have to search for the energy (and time) later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5076379085845717813?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5076379085845717813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-overdue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5076379085845717813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5076379085845717813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Po_lX14JYg/TlQalqBCp4I/AAAAAAAACMk/n_zjDrPrUAI/s72-c/IMG_2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4288041525278488231</id><published>2011-07-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:31:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for girl number 4!</title><content type='html'>Yep, pregnant again!  This is one Lucky baby!  It's due date is February 29, 2012 (leap year) and is my parents grandchild number 13. Not to mention, it is truely by the Grace of God that this child came to be (but that is another long post.) We have decided right now to keep the sex of the baby a surprise until birth (we'll see how long we can last.) We feel very blessed that God trusts us with another child......and pray for more energy to keep up with His standards....hehe.  Thank you for joining us in celebrating this wonderful adventure we are embarking upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4288041525278488231?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4288041525278488231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-for-girl-number-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4288041525278488231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4288041525278488231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-for-girl-number-4.html' title='Going for girl number 4!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-9109802482491566003</id><published>2011-06-01T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:10:46.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hansel and Gretel</title><content type='html'>Madelynn's first dance recital was on Saturday. She did great! She was an angel in the play Hansel and Gretel. I think she had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0laFgpgzaqk/TeaOOB3RL8I/AAAAAAAABPg/0LtCyiUrJ0I/s1600/angel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0laFgpgzaqk/TeaOOB3RL8I/AAAAAAAABPg/0LtCyiUrJ0I/s320/angel.JPG" width="320" /&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/5846433045158779875-9109802482491566003?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/9109802482491566003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/06/hansel-and-gretel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9109802482491566003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9109802482491566003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/06/hansel-and-gretel.html' title='Hansel and Gretel'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0laFgpgzaqk/TeaOOB3RL8I/AAAAAAAABPg/0LtCyiUrJ0I/s72-c/angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5939857716000809736</id><published>2011-05-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:56:19.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, we need a new house</title><content type='html'>Such funny conversations I have with Madelynn lately.  Here is one recent one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, this mirror looks wrong here. I think we need to move the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe we could just buy a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a new house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this house is too old.  We need give this house to people who like old things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, daddy is old. He can live here, and we can go to a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe we can just get all new stuff.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking we need a new palm tree, acorn tree, all new trees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She continued with a list of new things we need, while I quietly laughed....  Her imagination is just hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5939857716000809736?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5939857716000809736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom-we-need-new-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5939857716000809736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5939857716000809736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom-we-need-new-house.html' title='Mom, we need a new house'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1156553360918301822</id><published>2011-04-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:06:27.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harmonic Clash</title><content type='html'>Yo-Yo Ma and Lil Buck. Love the culture clash that works in such harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C9jghLeYufQ" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1156553360918301822?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1156553360918301822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/harmonic-clash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1156553360918301822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1156553360918301822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/harmonic-clash.html' title='The Harmonic Clash'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C9jghLeYufQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5749687947843289217</id><published>2011-04-08T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:46:33.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn got her first haircut. She really enjoyed the special outing, and loves her new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Xs9OZlCoA/TZ9khFj4z6I/AAAAAAAABPE/qVD4HBaE4mg/s1600/Blogger+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Xs9OZlCoA/TZ9khFj4z6I/AAAAAAAABPE/qVD4HBaE4mg/s320/Blogger+004.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After:&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/-ORp-C5ueLe4/TZ9kfbyILnI/AAAAAAAABO0/eXPkF5FdE5s/s1600/Blogger+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORp-C5ueLe4/TZ9kfbyILnI/AAAAAAAABO0/eXPkF5FdE5s/s320/Blogger+005.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is potty trained! She still has a little accident sometimes as she waits too late and goes running for the potty. But it is common now to hear commotion in the bathroom as she goes all by herself.&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/-pw1Y4peUICs/TZ9kgPthV2I/AAAAAAAABO8/GoZ1OaPEaas/s1600/Blogger+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw1Y4peUICs/TZ9kgPthV2I/AAAAAAAABO8/GoZ1OaPEaas/s320/Blogger+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy started on cereal! She seems to like it so far. We start baby food next week. Should be fun! ;)&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/-vUkXqBDw9FE/TZ9kfnbrShI/AAAAAAAABO4/TMloWlUJjGw/s1600/Blogger+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUkXqBDw9FE/TZ9kfnbrShI/AAAAAAAABO4/TMloWlUJjGw/s320/Blogger+001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for us for now! Hope everyone is enjoying the Spring weather as much as we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5749687947843289217?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5749687947843289217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5749687947843289217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5749687947843289217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Xs9OZlCoA/TZ9khFj4z6I/AAAAAAAABPE/qVD4HBaE4mg/s72-c/Blogger+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6603125950600361697</id><published>2011-04-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:56:09.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Bet you were checking in to see if I was pregnant again this year or not. I'm not. ;)&amp;nbsp; Love you all and hope ya'll had a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6603125950600361697?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6603125950600361697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6603125950600361697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6603125950600361697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7542635586398757350</id><published>2011-03-25T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:46:59.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Joy!</title><content type='html'>So we had the appt. at Scottish Rite yesterday and they said she looked  normal! &amp;nbsp;They said some torsion of the tibial is common in infants  because they sit crosslegged in utero for 9 months. &amp;nbsp;They aren't worried  about the length discrepancy either. &amp;nbsp;If it gets worse as she gets  older, then they will gladly see her again. &amp;nbsp;But as of now, they are  calling her completely normal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7542635586398757350?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7542635586398757350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-joy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7542635586398757350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7542635586398757350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-joy.html' title='Update on Joy!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-867741104090539634</id><published>2011-03-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:54:55.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting in Three</title><content type='html'>People always ask "how do you fit 3 kids in 1 room?"&lt;br /&gt;Or they ask "how do you fit in 3 kids in a Ford Escape?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fit kinda tight, but we're a snuggly kinda family anyways.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-li0ihRJLX5I/TYqHxiXYrII/AAAAAAAABOs/aBQd4eWemuw/s1600/Sept10-Feb11pics+204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-li0ihRJLX5I/TYqHxiXYrII/AAAAAAAABOs/aBQd4eWemuw/s320/Sept10-Feb11pics+204.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-J4ykh8n3wiE/TYqH7v55uJI/AAAAAAAABOw/AvPcFG547pE/s1600/Sept10-Feb11pics+236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-J4ykh8n3wiE/TYqH7v55uJI/AAAAAAAABOw/AvPcFG547pE/s320/Sept10-Feb11pics+236.jpg" width="320" /&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/5846433045158779875-867741104090539634?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/867741104090539634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/fitting-in-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/867741104090539634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/867741104090539634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/fitting-in-three.html' title='Fitting in Three'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-li0ihRJLX5I/TYqHxiXYrII/AAAAAAAABOs/aBQd4eWemuw/s72-c/Sept10-Feb11pics+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-568044763689313791</id><published>2011-03-10T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:29:19.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Joy</title><content type='html'>We had a doctors appt today for Joy and found that she has LLD: leg  length discrepancy. Her left leg is about a quarter inch longer than her  right leg. &amp;nbsp;We had a sonogram of the hip and bilateral leg xrays which showed no  hip problems just tibial bowing of both legs (more in the left than the right.)  FYI, the tibia is the lower leg bone; and yes, you read right that the  bowing is more in the longer leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the doctors don't know  what to think of this. We are being referred to Scottish Rite Hospital. I'm not too worried right now, but once 6 months hit most cartilage has  turned to bone and there won't be much we can do about it. &amp;nbsp;Also need to  check for mal-absorption of vitamin D (rickets). If the lengthening  doesn't even out, then when they are teens they can fix that. We'll just have to watch that the length discrepancy doesn't  cause scoliosis and other problems; her left foot has already  started turning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, my Mom told me that my Dad's legs are also alittle bowed, and Beth and Joe (Jake's siblings) are bow-legged as well. There might be a small hereditary factor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would appreciate it if you could all keep Joy in your prayers as we head into this new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-568044763689313791?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/568044763689313791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/568044763689313791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/568044763689313791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-joy.html' title='Baby Joy'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6437515989820039930</id><published>2011-02-28T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:28:49.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jake!</title><content type='html'>To my Darling Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I care for.&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day .... &lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I think of.&lt;br /&gt;In such a loving way .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I love Darling .... &lt;br /&gt;You're all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;And as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in more love with you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God everyday that he made such a special man for me to share my life with.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6437515989820039930?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6437515989820039930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-jake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6437515989820039930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6437515989820039930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy Birthday Jake!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4768878827874355138</id><published>2011-02-28T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:04:03.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation</title><content type='html'>So Jake and I needed a mini vacation, but didn't have the money for it. So we did a stay-cation in Dallas instead!&amp;nbsp; My Mom and Dad stayed with the girls Saturday night (thank you Mom and Dad! Sorry about the 3am Madelynn wake up.)&amp;nbsp; Jake and I stayed at the Belmont Hotel in downtown Dallas. It's a 3 star hotel that is on this awesome hillside with fantastic views of downtown Dallas. It's simply decorated with a modern feel, but very nice and clean. It was too cool to swim, but the pool is backed up against the hill with a fountain that looks like it's coming from the hillside and the uninterrupted view of downtown can be seen 180deg. around the pool (what a great place for a wedding!) There was a local rock band (nobody knew the name) being interviewed at the hotel and looked like they were going to shoot video at the pool. The staff was very nice and courteous and the valet people didn't even roll their eyes when we had them park my car about 3 times during the night (we were coming and going for various events.) &lt;br /&gt;Next door to the hotel is The Smoke Restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Jake and I ate breakfast there the next morning, and the food was FANTASTIC!&amp;nbsp; The atmosphere in the restaurant was very cozy with a large fire going. On the menu was some very interesting dishes that I'd love to try (like blueberry pancakes with a vanilla apricot cream sauce,) but I just stuck with the eggs, bacon, and biscuit with a cheesy grits casserole.&amp;nbsp; The grits were very good and had some spice to it that made it better than most grits I've tasted. The biscuit was large and homemade and came with the chef's homemade pineapple cinnamon jam (he makes a new jam every week). VERY Awesome!&amp;nbsp; The bacon was the largest slice of meat I'd every seen that had been grilled but left very juicy on the inside. The plate also came asparagus and tomato.&amp;nbsp; I'm normally not a fan of either vegetable, but these had been brushed with barbecue sauce and grilled.&amp;nbsp; DELICIOUS! I will never look at asparagus the same way again!&amp;nbsp; This is my new favorite spot! Jake and I can't wait to try their lunch and dinner menus.&amp;nbsp; I recommend everyone to try it!&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I also recommend everyone to try a stay-cation of their own! It was a lot of fun and we had a great time with some great friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4768878827874355138?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4768878827874355138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/staycation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4768878827874355138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4768878827874355138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/staycation.html' title='Staycation'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1016920702839873287</id><published>2011-02-17T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:57:50.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>I've never been one for nicknames, yet I seem to have picked up a corny name for each of the girls. Funny how that happens...&lt;br /&gt;We have Miss Madelynn, Anniebells, and JoyJoy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Poor Jake has picked up Jake-ie (sprung from his "Corr-ie!" so I'd answer "Jake-ie!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind. I love endearing, corny family nicknames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMBUc9YeRXI/TV1vZHL5AFI/AAAAAAAABOo/ba9XPrFSPb0/s1600/snow+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMBUc9YeRXI/TV1vZHL5AFI/AAAAAAAABOo/ba9XPrFSPb0/s320/snow+004.jpg" width="320" /&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/5846433045158779875-1016920702839873287?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1016920702839873287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/nicknames.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1016920702839873287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1016920702839873287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMBUc9YeRXI/TV1vZHL5AFI/AAAAAAAABOo/ba9XPrFSPb0/s72-c/snow+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7079049160726348241</id><published>2011-02-14T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:03:37.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>To me, Valentine's Day is a day to tell everyone who is important to you that you love them. It isn't just for your honey, it's for &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; your close friends and family too.&amp;nbsp; I've decided that a new tradition for our family is to make Valentine's Day about showing God's love to our neighbors too. So today the girls and I will be baking cookies and making homemade cards to take to our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essential Valentine Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This Valentine is meant to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me, my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;but there aren’t words&lt;br /&gt;warm enough, fond enough,&lt;br /&gt;or deep enough to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You are an essential piece of my life’s puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You clarify me, enrich me,&lt;br /&gt;energize me, comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;"Fun" would be just another word without you.&lt;br /&gt;As the days of our lives go by,&lt;br /&gt;I fervently hope that I can bring to you&lt;br /&gt;the abundant joy you have brought to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7079049160726348241?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7079049160726348241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7079049160726348241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7079049160726348241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3384130798602197552</id><published>2011-02-01T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T09:52:08.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlies</title><content type='html'>These are some of my favorite pictures of the girls:&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhHvYQSquI/AAAAAAAABOc/CVpZ_klSw8c/s1600/IMG_1555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhHvYQSquI/AAAAAAAABOc/CVpZ_klSw8c/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhH_uPEAAI/AAAAAAAABOg/PaVCH06cXgQ/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhH_uPEAAI/AAAAAAAABOg/PaVCH06cXgQ/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhIGyrpRHI/AAAAAAAABOk/qIfwvRqpaN4/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhIGyrpRHI/AAAAAAAABOk/qIfwvRqpaN4/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" width="240" /&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/5846433045158779875-3384130798602197552?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3384130798602197552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-girlies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3384130798602197552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3384130798602197552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-girlies.html' title='My Girlies'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TUhHvYQSquI/AAAAAAAABOc/CVpZ_klSw8c/s72-c/IMG_1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5791596429364780030</id><published>2011-01-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:49:33.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you Health.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So you may enjoy each day in comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you the Love of friends and family.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And Peace within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you the Beauty of nature.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That you enjoy the work of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you Wisdom to choose priorities.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For those things that really matter in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you Generosity so you may share.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;All good things that come to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you Happiness and Joy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And Blessings for the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish you the best of everything..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5791596429364780030?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5791596429364780030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-wish-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5791596429364780030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5791596429364780030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-wish-for-you.html' title='My Wish for You'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8247696009633763400</id><published>2011-01-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:01:26.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Dad Life</title><content type='html'>This is Greatness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZa7hU6tP_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZa7hU6tP_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZa7hU6tP_s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZa7hU6tP_s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-8247696009633763400?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8247696009633763400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-dad-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8247696009633763400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8247696009633763400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-dad-life.html' title='It&apos;s the Dad Life'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7258571064545417758</id><published>2011-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:40:11.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Chowder</title><content type='html'>Here is another one of my favorite easy recipies.  Don't expect it to taste gourmet, because it's not. But it's decent enough on a cold day when you need to use up the Christmas ham; and most importantly it's something healthy that the kids love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 milk&lt;br /&gt;1can cream style sweet corn &lt;br /&gt;1cup cubed ham thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1can whole new potatoes drained and coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1can whole kernel golden sweet corn, drained&lt;br /&gt;1cup shredded cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir milk into cream corn in large saucepan.&lt;br /&gt;Add ham, potatoes, and whole corn.&lt;br /&gt;Heat through, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in cheese until melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with green onion slivers if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7258571064545417758?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7258571064545417758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/corn-chowder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7258571064545417758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7258571064545417758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2011/01/corn-chowder.html' title='Corn Chowder'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3583163872968164518</id><published>2010-12-29T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:08:54.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajUiTO8xzrg&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajUiTO8xzrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajUiTO8xzrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I want for the new year?  I want just what I have. My perfect family living a perfect life.  I feel so very blessed right now with everything God has given us.  I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3583163872968164518?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3583163872968164518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3583163872968164518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3583163872968164518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3057207124820359194</id><published>2010-12-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:37:53.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Momma</title><content type='html'>Madelynn has turned into such the little momma. In the morning she lays out Annie and Joy's clothes (complete with socks) in little piles for them to wear.&amp;nbsp; She loves to help Annie get things she wants, and tells me when Annie is getting into trouble. She enjoys wiping Joy's mouth when she spits up, and today she started wiping Annie's nose with kleenex when it starts to run.&amp;nbsp; I really have been blessed to have such a great helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is turning into a great helper too!&amp;nbsp; Annie helps me 'fold' laundry and puts it on the counter to be put up. She helps unload the dishwasher and actually puts the pans and wooden spoons up in the correct spot! She has alot of fun helping me dust furniture, and loves to tuck a blanket around Joy when she gets fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until they are old enough to cook. We are going to have some fantastic meals in the future! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3057207124820359194?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3057207124820359194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-momma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3057207124820359194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3057207124820359194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-momma.html' title='Little Momma'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4205494568744539724</id><published>2010-12-22T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:49:08.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about our new neighbors! They are really friendly, and just love the girls. Mr. B has already invited Madelynn to come over and meet their little dog Bonny and some new puppies after they move in. Madelynn of course will not let me forget! ;)&amp;nbsp; Mrs. B used to be a hospice chaplain before she retired. They have moved here from Dallas to be closer to their grandchildren who are 2 years old and 6 weeks old. I'm sure the kids will have a great time together! Now, if we can just get a great family in the other house next door......anyone looking for a house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4205494568744539724?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4205494568744539724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-new-neighbors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4205494568744539724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4205494568744539724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-new-neighbors.html' title='Our New Neighbors'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-548741054892390999</id><published>2010-12-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:00:25.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Date our Daughters</title><content type='html'>Jake already owns the gun..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17535548" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17535548"&gt;Meet Buck&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2825043"&gt;TeamCerf&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-548741054892390999?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/548741054892390999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-date-our-daughters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/548741054892390999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/548741054892390999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-date-our-daughters.html' title='Don&apos;t Date our Daughters'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8494792946561407557</id><published>2010-12-10T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:52:12.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, wrong sister.....</title><content type='html'>I've been having fun singing Christmas carols around the house, and Madelynn loves trying to learn the words to them.&amp;nbsp; The other day she requests I sing that song about her sister. I ask, "what song is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, it goes Annabelle to the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?......Oh! Do you mean Joy to the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, Joy to the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-8494792946561407557?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8494792946561407557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/oops-wrong-sister.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8494792946561407557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8494792946561407557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/oops-wrong-sister.html' title='Oops, wrong sister.....'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2677747196403852678</id><published>2010-12-01T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:22:22.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My view this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TPaDahqFAyI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZbKn4oGbVCc/s1600/image001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TPaDahqFAyI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZbKn4oGbVCc/s320/image001.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take this picture, and these are not my kids; but it is fairly accurate of my view at 6:00 this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2677747196403852678?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2677747196403852678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-view-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2677747196403852678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2677747196403852678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-view-this-morning.html' title='My view this morning'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TPaDahqFAyI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZbKn4oGbVCc/s72-c/image001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3813833594250590620</id><published>2010-11-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:29:08.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie in a toddler bed!</title><content type='html'>So the other night when it was time to go to bed, Annie climbed into her toddler bed.&amp;nbsp; Thinking "we'll see how long this lasts" we let her go to sleep there.......and she slept there the whole night without getting up!&amp;nbsp; Shocking!&amp;nbsp; She actually fell out of bed at some time during the night and continued sleeping on the floor (we have guard rails up now.)&amp;nbsp; She has continued sleeping there every night since without getting up......I guess when she makes up her mind to do something, she does it!&amp;nbsp; I've said this a million times and I'll say it a million more: Annie is so different from Madelynn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3813833594250590620?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3813833594250590620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/annie-in-toddler-bed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3813833594250590620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3813833594250590620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/annie-in-toddler-bed.html' title='Annie in a toddler bed!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8772179990975054879</id><published>2010-11-16T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:58:22.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you going to try for a boy?</title><content type='html'>I've been asked this question a lot lately.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how to answer. I usually say something like "we'll be excited with whatever God gives us."&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking how God has given us an absolutely perfect, complete family.....very different from what I had originally 'planned'.&amp;nbsp; I had 'planned' to have 2 boys first, then maybe a girl....or a third boy, then just one girl.&amp;nbsp; Yet, now I can't even imagine life any different from 3 perfect girls.&amp;nbsp; Would I one day like a boy? Yes....I think....I'm actually not even sure anymore. I could imagine life absolutely perfect with more girls too. You may be thinking "but, what about Jake?"&amp;nbsp; That is actually another comment I get frequently, "your poor husband."&amp;nbsp; I don't think Jake feels like he is missing anything. He feels as complete as I do.&amp;nbsp; He rough-houses and plays sports with the girls just as much as he would with a boy.&amp;nbsp; And the girls just absolutely adore him!&amp;nbsp; Jake can't even go to the bathroom without them banging on the door asking if he's done yet.&amp;nbsp; When he comes home they scream at the top of their lungs as they nearly kill themselves racing to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to 'try' for anything. I'm going to continue to have faith that God knows exactly what is perfect for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great article I read about another family of 3 girls. While it's not exactly like our family (the first daughter is adopted, she had lost her son, and they are Jewish;) it still holds the same sentiments I feel about having a family of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;It's Not About A Boy&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;November  5, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="by"&gt;   &lt;span class="weak"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mamapedia.com/outbound_link/redirect?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.chicagonow.com%2Fblogs%2Fportrait_of_an_adoption%2F" title=""&gt;Carrie Goldman of "Portrait of an Adoption"&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="share"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="num_comments"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;We did not find out ahead of time the gender of  our new baby. It was fun to speculate with Katie and Annie Rose about  whether they would end up with a little sister or a little brother.&lt;br /&gt;Annie Rose expressed a preference for a brother. Halfway through my  pregnancy, she declared, “If the baby is a girl, I will respect her, but  I won’t love her.”&lt;br /&gt;“Respect is a good place to start,” I told her.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was out somewhere without the girls, strangers would notice my big belly and ask,&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know what you are having?”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re not finding out. Keeping it a surprise.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is this your first?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I would reply. “My third.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, what do you have at home already?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have two little girls.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe this time you will get a boy!” was always the response.&lt;br /&gt;The above conversation played out countless times over the past nine  months. It astonished me how many people assumed I was hoping for a boy,  expecting a boy, needing a boy for our family to feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;The baby was born three weeks ago. She is most definitely not a boy.  And we are delighted with her. In fact, when she was born and I saw that  she was a girl, I realized that a girl was exactly what I wanted. (I  think if the baby had been a boy, I probably would have felt that a boy  was exactly what I wanted).&lt;br /&gt;Quite simply, I want whatever I have. I once had a boy. My first  pregnancy was a boy, a desperately sick little boy. I do not have him  now.&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone asks me if I want a boy, I think about my first  baby. When people comment that our family only “makes girls”, I remember  him and I know that in an alternate universe, we would have a  7-year-old son right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have several other friends who also lost their first babies.  Curiously, each of us has gone on to have single-gender families, with  our surviving children being the opposite sex of our lost children.&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, we all want what we have. We are grateful to be parents,  and we would never trade the children we have for those we lost.&lt;br /&gt;Cleo is the ninth girl in a row for my parents. My mom and dad have  four daughters and five granddaughters. There are no sons or grandsons.  Although my parents would have gone a little crazy buying blue things if  Cleo had been a boy, they don’t love her any less because she is a  girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually relieved that Cleo doesn’t have a penis, because I  didn’t have to deal with a bris (the Jewish circumcision ceremony on the  eighth day of life). The postpartum hormone drop was formidable between  days four and eight, and it would have been quite a feat to pull off a  bris. I could barely make it through breakfast without crying.&lt;br /&gt;For those few days that I had the baby blues, I wept at just about  anything. I cried because I was in pain from the delivery and  breastfeeding; I cried because my older girls were being difficult. I  cried because Cleo was up all night (and still is). I cried because I  couldn’t find time to write or paint or shower or clean my house. I  cried because Cleo would be my last baby and as miserable as I felt, I  was still sad that she was already starting the irreversible process of  growing older.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I did not cry about is the fact that Cleo is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I look at my little trio and I see years ahead of ballet recitals,  princess costumes, pink ribbons and braided pigtails. But I also see  years of soccer games, Star Wars toys, softball tournaments and  rough-housing. For the past two years I have coached Katie’s soccer  team, amidst a sea of male coaches, and it has been great fun to watch  my little girl learn to play the sport.&lt;br /&gt;During the years that my parents were raising four daughters, they  spent evenings and weekends at our basketball, soccer, softball and  baseball games. They attended track and cross-country meets, and they  watched tennis matches. In fact, they came to see us perform at far more  sporting events than dance recitals.&lt;br /&gt;It is too soon to say what my little girls will want to pursue for  their serious extracurricular activities, so right now we dabble in  everything. We cart the girls to piano and ballet lessons alongside  swim, soccer and art classes. Yes, they do gravitate towards glittery,  pink clothes, but we give them the opportunity to embrace so-called “boy  clothes” too. Katie loves her White Sox shirt. Annie Rose prefers  nudity.&lt;br /&gt;When people say, “poor Andrew” about my husband who lives surrounded  by females, I know that in reality Andrew loves being the king of the  house. Katie idolizes him so completely that she won’t tell me what she  wants for breakfast until she sees what Daddy is eating, so that she can  eat the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Katie attend White Sox games together and play catch  outside. And I don’t think he ever laments the fact that it is a  daughter and not a son who joins him in cheering on his favorite teams.&lt;br /&gt;And now that Cleo is here, Annie Rose assured me that she does love  her. She calls her the “sweet chicken” and smothers her with kisses  every chance she gets. Ironically, Annie Rose loves Cleo but does not  respect her personal space.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was going to be a mother of a son. Now I am the mother of  three daughters. If we had not lost Matthew, we would have never adopted  Katie. Our lost boy’s legacy to us is that he set us on a course to  bring our first daughter into our lives, and she was meant to be with  us. Our second and third daughters are icing on the sweetest cake ever  created, and our family is complete, even without a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrie is an artist and a writer living in Evanston. According to  her, ‘I was actually trained to exercise the other half of my brain and  worked for years in the Financial Services sector after receiving an &lt;span class="caps"&gt;MBA&lt;/span&gt;  in Finance from Kellogg. But I had a change of brain after going  through the harrowing process of adopting our daughter Katie, and I  could no longer think in columns of numbers. I thought instead in  splashes of color and shades of light and dark.’ When Katie was nearly a  year old, Carrie left banking and started her own oil painting  business, Artwork By Carrie. Working as an artist has allowed her to  create a flexible schedule to spend more time with Katie and her second  daughter, Annie Rose. Read her blog, &lt;a href="http://www.mamapedia.com/outbound_link/redirect?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.chicagonow.com%2Fblogs"&gt;Portrait of an Adoption&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-8772179990975054879?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8772179990975054879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-you-going-to-try-for-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8772179990975054879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8772179990975054879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-you-going-to-try-for-boy.html' title='Are you going to try for a boy?'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2376567623142527041</id><published>2010-11-04T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:16:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Joy's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;Joy’s Birth Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On Monday, October 18, 2010; at about 4pm I started having those “wow, who stabbed me with a knife” contractions.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After about 20 mins, I had another. After about 5 of them I realized this is starting to form a pattern of coming every 15-20 mins, maybe I should warn Jake. I call Jake and let him know that he should probably go ahead and be prepared to take Tuesday off.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At about 8pm the contractions were becoming closer together at about 10mins apart. We go ahead and warn our parents that it looked like this was going to be the night.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We put the kids to bed, and started watching episodes of Eureka (yes, we’re geeks.)&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jake times the contractions for me.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At about 10:30pm the contractions start becoming very regular and hard at about 5-6mins apart. We go ahead and call our parents to come on in.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We call the midwife at about 11:00pm when the contractions are about 4-5 mins apart (sometimes 3mins when I stood up to walk) and was getting chills at times.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The parents arrive at about 11:30pm. Jake’s mom and dad watch the kids for us, while my mom comes to the hospital with us. Only a few traffic laws were broken during the ride to the hospital (construction had blocked our usual path.)&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We arrived to the hospital at about midnight, where after being flagged down in ER to provide insurance information (we firmly stated that they would have to wait…..in which they waited 30mins before calling to insist Jake come back down with the information) we arrived at the L&amp;amp;D floor to find me at “a solid 5cm and cervix very stretchy.”&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My midwife Jeanean Carter, CNM (very awesome) arrived shortly after and stayed with our team the entire time. Every 30mins or so they would need to move the continuous (still a VBAC) outer fetal monitor lower as the head quickly slipped lower -that was so gratifying!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;After about 2 hours I started vomiting and feeling the urge to push. Jeanean stated I’m at about 9 and a half now (with just a small lip left) but I can go ahead and push and if I don’t want to use the stirrups I don’t have to- love that woman! I start pushing and use the stirrups just at the end when I needed stabilizing.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While pushing I feel a pop, then hear a splash across the room. Apparently, my water broke and just missed the midwife’s head as amniotic fluid shot across the room. Quite the unexpected, though very comical twist (Jake says "now I have a story!")&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After pushing for about 20mins, the head and shoulders emerge and I get to pull Joy the rest of the way out. Jake cuts the umbilical cord again (he’s getting to be a pro at this) and Joy is born! We got to have some time alone with her before the RN team arrives (“She’s born? Why didn’t you call me? I just heard crying and came to see…”) It was a very wonderful experience- I got to have my home birth at the hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her official birth stats:&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Born: Tuesday; October 19, 2010 at 2:27am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Weight: 8lbs 10oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Length: 19.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The nursery RN’s say that with the cold front and rain coming in (weather pressure shift) a lot of women went into labor and had very quick labors that night.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Out of 6 babies in the nursery they say Joy is by far the loudest. I guess she has to be with 2 sisters to talk over ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;They also say she was born at just the perfect time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her umbilical cord was starting to wear very thin at the belly button. They had to clamp low on the cord so that it wouldn’t rupture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Joy is another cuddle bug, she loves to rock with me and is a wonderful breast feeder…..however, she takes very long feedings (I suspect she enjoys the alone time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Joy had bad baby acne right after birth, but after coming home it has cleared up quickly. While this could be from hormones, I suspect it’s more from very sensitive skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the 2 week checkup, Joy is now 8lbs 13oz and 20 ¾ inches long. The pediatrician says “she is absolutely perfect!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2376567623142527041?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2376567623142527041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-joys-birth-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2376567623142527041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2376567623142527041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-joys-birth-story.html' title='Baby Joy&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1971568950605311857</id><published>2010-10-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:06:58.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this article on another blog. I loved it and thought I'd share: &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raising Children, by Anna Quindlen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three  almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast.Three people  who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of  disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar  jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades  and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more  than I like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and  move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I  bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is  buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the  unreliable haze of the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me  now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on  sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood  education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon, and Where the  Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect  that if you flipped the pages, dust would rise like memories. What those  books taught me, and finally what the women on the playground, and the  well-meaning relations — well what they taught me was that they couldn’t  really teach me very much at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then  becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it  is an endless essay. No one knows anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be  managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet  trained at 3, his sibling at 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to  bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the  time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of  research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this  ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you  must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember 15 years ago pouring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s  wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three  different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking  for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there  something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with  his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically  challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes  to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me,  mistakes were made.They have all been enshrined in the  “Remember-When-Mom-Did ” Hall of Fame.The outbursts, the temper  tantrums, the bad language, mine, not theirs.The times the baby fell off  the bed.The times I arrived late for preschool pickup.The nightmare  sleepover. The horrible summer camp.The day when the youngest came  barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I  responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that.) The  time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and then  drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I  include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first  two seasons. What was I thinking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make  while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is  particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in  photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the  grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6,  4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked  about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that  night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next  thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a  little more and the getting it done a little less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me  and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought  someday they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I  suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded  in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be  relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over  the top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I  like best in the world who have done more than anyone to excavate my  essential humanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined  to learn from the experts. It just took me awhile to figure out who the  experts were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1971568950605311857?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1971568950605311857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/raising-children.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1971568950605311857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1971568950605311857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/raising-children.html' title='Raising Children'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-34456053891580282</id><published>2010-10-25T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:52:03.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo for now, birth story later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TMX6iZ5As6I/AAAAAAAABM0/jiF265okaUQ/s1600/Joy+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TMX6iZ5As6I/AAAAAAAABM0/jiF265okaUQ/s320/Joy+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Joy Wells born October 19, 2010 at 2:27am. 8lbs 10oz. 19.5 inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-34456053891580282?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/34456053891580282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-for-now-birth-story-later.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/34456053891580282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/34456053891580282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-for-now-birth-story-later.html' title='A photo for now, birth story later'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/TMX6iZ5As6I/AAAAAAAABM0/jiF265okaUQ/s72-c/Joy+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7073892492023499620</id><published>2010-10-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:13:12.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cervix of Steel</title><content type='html'>So Joy's head is between my knees, but my cervix is as stubborn as all my kids (must get it from Daddy- haha!) I'm actually a little grateful I get at least another week to wrap up loose projects before having a crying, hungry infant strapped to me.  Last weekend was my last day at work for 8 weeks, so it helps to have this extra weekend at home too. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to hold my precious baby to my chest, and rock her while she does all those cute baby squirms and fist sucking (oh, I miss the cute fist sucking!)  I'm just a very goal oriented person, and it drives me nuts if all my goals aren't completed before baby arrives. Poor daddy, as I get bigger his list gets longer too....I just have to add to the end of the list all the reasons he married me. ;) Are kids a good reason, or bad one? haha- just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7073892492023499620?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7073892492023499620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/cervix-of-steel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7073892492023499620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7073892492023499620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/10/cervix-of-steel.html' title='Cervix of Steel'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-422647983345724084</id><published>2010-09-09T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:31:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for Baby!</title><content type='html'>I went to my first weekly OB appt. yesterday. Wow- can't believe I'm already at that point!  Madelynn and Annie both did great! We had a backpack of supplies which lasted them the whole 2 hours. I was alittle worried because while I get the nonstress test (NST)and Biophysical Profile (BPP sonogram) done, I'm strapped to a chair and table and cannot attend to them. Madelynn did a wonderful job helping Annie look through books and play with stickers. I'm so very proud of both of them! Hopefully this will last through every weekly test..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the baby is VERY head down now. In fact, the sono tech couldn't even get a profile picture for me because the head is so low in my pelvis (guess that explains the reason I have to pee every 5 mins.) Also, she showed a really good clear picture of the baby parts; and let me say this baby is DEFINITELY at girl! No mistaking it! I'm thinking we are going to have a huge tomboy on our hands- should be lots of fun and keep us in shape! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started getting serious about names. I really like the name Joy and Jake really likes the name Abigail. We thought about naming her Joy Abigail Wells, but it just doesn't flow as nicely. So we are naming her Abigail Joy Wells, but will be calling her Joy. Jake has always liked being called by his middle name, so she might like it too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's about it on the baby....I mean on Joy ;)&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.....with Madelynn: she is really into reading lately. She is almost always with a book in her lap looking at the pictures, or 'reading' from memory as she turns the pages. I'm really excited that she loves books so much! She is also into hiding things under pillows. I find the funniest items under all the pillows in the house. Socks, toys, sippy cup, just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;Annie is walking more and more everyday! She just decided on Monday that she would walk more. She still crawls most of the time, but I'm excited that now she is walking at least 25% of the time!  She also copies Madelynn on everything! Even tries to copy what she says. Annie LOVES to sing! She will 'sing' a song, then clap and clap! It's the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now. I better try to get more done while my nesting hormones are raging! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-422647983345724084?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/422647983345724084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-ready-for-baby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/422647983345724084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/422647983345724084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-ready-for-baby.html' title='Getting ready for Baby!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7910005783473384628</id><published>2010-09-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:21:23.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Time Right Place</title><content type='html'>My Grandparents (my Mom's parents) were recently in an article in the Arkansas Gazette. Here is a copy- I'm very proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT TIME RIGHT PLACE 54 grandchildren ago she had doubts&lt;br /&gt;By Kimberly Dishongh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE ROCK — Henri Pote’s routine kitchen work got a little spice when he saw Cora Mitchell stroll through in the summer of 1946.&lt;br /&gt;They were both students at the Southern California Bible College - now Vanguard University - in Costa Mesa, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Henri, who had finished college at 19 before being drafted into the U.S. Army to fight in World War II, needed that one course to graduate from the seminary.&lt;br /&gt;Cora was working as a bookkeeper in a garage downtown, although she had worked in the kitchen in the past and knew everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;Henri, part of the dishwashing crew, had heard about Cora before they were introduced that day.&lt;br /&gt;“My friends said they would have been glad to go with her, but she was a couple of inches taller than both of them,” Henri says. “They recommended her. They said she was like a big sister - you can tell her your troubles and she’ll listen to you and sympathize with you.”&lt;br /&gt;Cora had other things on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;“I had always been taller than most of the girls around, and I had in mind that I was going to marry someone 6-foot-4,” she says. “Well, Henri was a couple of inches taller than me. That wasn’t enough in my viewpoint.”&lt;br /&gt;Cora had tried - and failed, repeatedly - to run a mile without stopping or walking.&lt;br /&gt;“One of the three men students that were doing this would stay back and walk with me, and Henri enjoyed doing that a little bit,” Cora recalls. “Then he asked me to take a walk with him and we found where a campfire had been in a canyon right near there.”&lt;br /&gt;They sat by the campfire talking for hours, returning to campus well after curfew.&lt;br /&gt;“We were all supposed to be in bed by 10 o’clock and Henri says it was a quarter ’til 12,” she says. “And we met, of all things, the president. I was sure I was really going to catch it, but he just greeted us and went on along, never said a word.”&lt;br /&gt;Later that summer they rode on a bus together to a church assignment at Mount Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;“I was always burning the candle at both ends in order to work and go to school,too,” she says. “So I was always short of sleep. I got sleepy and he invited me to lay my head on his shoulder.”&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas, Henri met Cora’s family.&lt;br /&gt;“He asked my parents if he could court me. I was kind of bugged about that because he hadn’t said anything about it to me,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;When Henri went off to seminary, he and Cora exchanged letters.&lt;br /&gt;“My older sister was veryirritated at me. She said, ‘Cora this just isn’t right. You’re just keeping him on your string.’ Well, I didn’t think of it that way, but anyhow I quit writing to him,” Cora says.&lt;br /&gt;Henri’s mother, though, continued writing to Cora.&lt;br /&gt;“After two years, my life seemed like it was getting more off course all the time,” she says. “My folks were moving to Prescott, Arizona, and I just felt like I was going nowhere. I couldn’t keep up the work and the study, righton the edge financially all the time, and I got depressed, so I quit college.”&lt;br /&gt;Henri’s mother invited her to visit their family in Pennsylvania. When she arrived early that morning in October 1948, Henri’s mother called Henri.&lt;br /&gt;“She said, ‘Henri, I think there’s someone here that you want to talk to,’ and she gave the phone to me and I said, ‘Hello Henri.’ I couldn’t believe it - he immediately said, ‘Hello, Cora,’” she says. “That he would recognize my voice from that after two years.”&lt;br /&gt;Henri asked Cora to go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;“On that walk, he said, ‘Cora, you know that I still love you.’ And for once I answered, ‘I love you, too,’” she says.&lt;br /&gt;During the time they had been apart, several people asked why she hadn’t married Henri.&lt;br /&gt;“And I would say, ‘I didn’t think I loved him,’” she says. “I didn’t have enough emotion involved in it to me at the moment.”&lt;br /&gt;They were married on Dec. 18, 1948, in a Baptist church in Ogden, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Henri and Cora have lived in Pine Bluff since 1963 when he took an administrative assistant position with the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, a job that would bring in more money than his work as a nondenominational preacher.&lt;br /&gt;They raised 16 children - 14 of their own, and two they adopted as foster children - and they have 54 grandchildren and 35 greatgrandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;“God has been so good to us,” she says. “There have been so many times we have just felt so blessed. And I am so proud of our children. I really am.”My advice for a long, happy marriage is: She says: “Be committed in the first place, and always try to be pleasant with each other and with the children.” He says: “Marry someone you met and love as a fellow Christian, and get married with the intention of being married the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memory from our courtship is: She says: “When we were visiting an invalid lady in an Italian home and they asked him to read the Bible and talk and somehow as he talked, my heart just thrilled with how God used him.” He says: “The long walk we took together in 1946 when we were both in summer school.” As we prepared to take our wedding vows, I was thinking: She says: “If I’m going wrong let the church fall in if need be, but don’t let me take the wrong step.” He says: “Well, the Lord has finally brought to pass what I so earnestly asked him for. He brought me a good wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article was published June 13, 2010 at 5:16 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7910005783473384628?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7910005783473384628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-time-right-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7910005783473384628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7910005783473384628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-time-right-place.html' title='Right Time Right Place'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2132855344459676036</id><published>2010-09-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:39:10.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday tomorrow, and the only thing I can think of right now is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes! I'm still not 30!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha- so sorry to all my big 3-0 friends ;)  I'm sure next year I'll be the one crying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2132855344459676036?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2132855344459676036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2132855344459676036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2132855344459676036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7687812955064957836</id><published>2010-08-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:00:11.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing?</title><content type='html'>"Madelynn, you need to put some shorts on so you don't show your panties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it's embarrassing to show your panties, and rude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Embarrassing? Cause people will run away screaming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bust out laughing, and Madelynn goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause people will run away and go AAAAHHHHHH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! She sure keeps me sane.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7687812955064957836?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7687812955064957836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/08/embarrassing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7687812955064957836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7687812955064957836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/08/embarrassing.html' title='Embarrassing?'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7853495485493611441</id><published>2010-08-06T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:27:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married 72 months</title><content type='html'>I treasure all our memories &lt;br /&gt;and I feel so grateful too, &lt;br /&gt;That I have been so lucky &lt;br /&gt;to have shared them all with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my wonderful and amazing Husband &amp; still my Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to our first anniversary, we had so much fun sky diving. Then I think the next year was the wine tour package at the Gaylord Hotel (I think we bought our couch and bed for our new house too). Year 3 was spent at On the Border, then shopping to prepare for the birth of our first daughter: Madelynn. I was 8 months pregnant then, the empanadas and shrimp were so good! Year 4 we took a family trip to Myrtle Beach. We thought it was so tough traveling with 1 kid, haha! Year 5 we dropped off Maddie and 2 month old Baby Annie and rushed off to dinner at The Silver Fox, then to buy our new TV. Now we are at year 6. The plan: Eat at On the Border (currently at 7 months pregnant, I can't wait for the empanadas and shrimp) then buy our new kitchen faucet. A long way from skydiving our first year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow- 2&amp;1/2 kids later, I feel we are stronger than ever before! I am so blessed to have found a man that will put up with all my craziness- and still love me despite it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7853495485493611441?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7853495485493611441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/08/married-72-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7853495485493611441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7853495485493611441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/08/married-72-months.html' title='Married 72 months'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2586071541728920081</id><published>2010-07-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:36:55.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a good sign when your belly protrudes farther than your boobs......unless you're pregnant....</title><content type='html'>So this pregnancy has been so drastically different than my pregnancies with the girls.  Besides it being a complete surprise, yadda, yadda, yadda.....  I look so different with this one than with the girls.  For this reason, I'm uncertain if I believe that this baby is a girl. Either this girl is going to be a complete tomboy, or this baby is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another sono techs opinion. &lt;br /&gt;I get one in a month. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait a month. &lt;br /&gt;Jake's making me wait a month. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard. &lt;br /&gt;I'm told patience builds character. &lt;br /&gt;So I blog about it to help with the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differences in pregnancies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I had a huge sweet tooth&lt;br /&gt;This one: I love carrot and celery sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I gained weight fast from the beginning, and ended at +45 lbs each (might have something to do with that sweet tooth....)&lt;br /&gt;This one: At 6 months I gained 4 lbs. Now at 7 months I've gained 8 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I jumped sizes in pants and jeans as my butt and hips got huge....almost elephant sized ;)&lt;br /&gt;This one: I continue to go down sizes in pants and jeans as I fit into clothes I haven't worn since pre-Madelynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: No belly until about 5-6 months along&lt;br /&gt;This one: Huge pokey belly at 3 months....accused of having twins/triplets many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny tangent on the huge belly thing.... I was in Home Depot this week and the cashier was all:&lt;br /&gt;Wow! You're about to deliver any day now!&lt;br /&gt;No, I still have about 2 months left....&lt;br /&gt;What?!?!?! No way! That baby's going to be HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tangent: I like huge babies! I hope all my babies are huge. It means they are really healthy, and I don't have to worry about them as much. Scrawny babies you have to worry about....are they eating enough?....Will the dog knock them over and they will be damaged forever?.....Are they sleeping too much?  Big babies you can just not worry about.....they are of a tougher breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion of my long discombobulated rant.....how can I talk Jake into letting me get a 3D/4D sonogram soon? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2586071541728920081?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2586071541728920081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-good-sign-when-your-belly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2586071541728920081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2586071541728920081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-good-sign-when-your-belly.html' title='Never a good sign when your belly protrudes farther than your boobs......unless you&apos;re pregnant....'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6849792271890142464</id><published>2010-07-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:22:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>So I've fallen off the blogger bandwagon. I've been thinking of all sorts of things to blog about: road tripping with kids, Annie's Birthday, etc.... I just have been feeling so melancholy about writing it.  I love to write, but is it a waste of my time? It's hard finding a balance. I don't want to keep pushing my kids off while I blog, but it's nice to have time to myself sometimes too; blogging is a way I can kinda 'get away' for a short while. I guess finding that balance between being 'me' and being 'mommy' is a life long struggle. When I'm at work, I always feel like 'yeah, I could head that committee!' and 'Sure, I could do an inservice on that!' But then when I get home, I'm like 'thank goodness, I didn't volunteer for more time at work, home is where I belong...' Then I go to work again, and the cycle starts all over....  This even spreads to vacations. I would love to go parasailing, and rent dune buggies on the beach; or take a quick 6hr drive to Paris while in Europe. But I have to think of the kids and what they will enjoy.  It helps to think that one day Jake and I will have all our kids in college and then we can enjoy these activities once again. We'll be the coolest old fogies around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6849792271890142464?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6849792271890142464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogger-bandwagon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6849792271890142464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6849792271890142464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogger-bandwagon.html' title='Blogger Bandwagon'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4561068941705478295</id><published>2010-06-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:18:19.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song I Like</title><content type='html'>I decided I like this song.....but not sure why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xU7KGcrD_gc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xU7KGcrD_gc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4561068941705478295?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4561068941705478295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-song-i-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4561068941705478295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4561068941705478295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-song-i-like.html' title='New Song I Like'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4437491121562784484</id><published>2010-06-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:17:34.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Biscuits</title><content type='html'>Thought this was a good lesson I needed to be reminded of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others' faults - and choosing to celebrate each others' differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal- breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the basis of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You.... Now, and Always....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4437491121562784484?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4437491121562784484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/burned-biscuits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4437491121562784484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4437491121562784484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/burned-biscuits.html' title='Burned Biscuits'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7038055507922063094</id><published>2010-06-04T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:22:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Update</title><content type='html'>Some cute things Annie's been doing lately:&lt;br /&gt;- She tries to put all shoes on her feet&lt;br /&gt;- She loves stuffed animals and all things soft&lt;br /&gt;- She'll be playing, then come give me a hug before crawling off to play again&lt;br /&gt;- She's started saying 'oof, oof!' when she sees a dog, then sticks out her tongue and pants like a dog. She says 'lia!' for Goliath. She loves to follow Goliath around trying to pet him (in that slapping the rear baby way)&lt;br /&gt;- When she falls, she gets up and says "OK!"&lt;br /&gt;- She's getting her top front tooth and top side tooth in&lt;br /&gt;- She's been signing 'more' when Madelynn signs it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn is also learning more and more every day. She's really into big words lately. Some of her more favorite ones: Horrible, Comfortable, Delicious, just to name a few. She will say a word 20 times when she first learns it to try it out in different sentences.  She is really into craft projects and playing dress-up and make believe. I absolutely love her imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to take Madelynn to the ER on Wednesday night. Her left leg suddenly started hurting Tues. night (she refused to walk on it) and then at noon she started running a 103 temp.  When we went to the Pedi. she said she thought it was the hip joint hurting and needed xrays and lab draws. So we go to Medical City ER and Madelynn temp was 103.9 when we arrived. After about 5 hours of waiting (tests only took about 1 hour) they said everything looked good and was probably just a virus which can cause inflammation of the hip joint. So Motrin and rest was all that was in order (and here's your $200 bill for that...) So the next morning she was feeling great and walking great (of course.) Until.......she started throwing up that night and running another 103 temp. So after getting her some clear liquids and getting her able to keep medicine down, her temp finally went down and she seemed to have a good night sleeping. This morning she's back at 101 temp. and Tylenol seems to work better at keeping it down so far.....we'll see as the day goes on.  I really hope she doesn't pass this nasty virus on to anyone else in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all of the update for now. I'm excited Maddie starts art class next week, then music class in July. We're thinking possibly swimming and soccer in the fall. Should be fun! More updates later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7038055507922063094?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7038055507922063094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7038055507922063094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7038055507922063094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-update.html' title='Kids Update'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6444283935948089945</id><published>2010-05-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:46:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling so blessed lately. God is SO GOOD to us! I miss not spending more time with Jake, but we only have a little longer to sacrifice before I can have more weekends at home; and my job is so great to me- I really have no reason to complain. I know, I need to write about our Germany trip, but I've been so busy lately. I was thinking the other day I need to start planning Annie's 1st birthday party. YIKES! She's almost 1! I just can't believe it! We really do have the best girls in the world! (No biased opinions here- wink, wink) Well, just a quick blog today..... I've been basking in so much love this week, I send everyone some love rays of your own: &lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6444283935948089945?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6444283935948089945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-blessed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6444283935948089945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6444283935948089945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1284575582107965958</id><published>2010-05-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:40:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! ......... Again!</title><content type='html'>So we had our sonogram today. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor says: "It's a girl!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you sure? We thought it might be a boy at the last sonogram..."&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "Nope, it's a girl. And it's not going to change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess she just has a really long umbilical cord. ;) We are a little disappointed, but I happen to think we are very good at raising girls. God knows this and entrusts us to raise another one. Plus, it does make things a little easier with buying clothes (I don't think she'll mind the stains and holes) and the kids room is really really pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is keeping us on our toes for sure! Makes me a little worried about what kind of surprises she has up her sleeve for the delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wonderfully healthy, and the doctor says: "just perfect!" And that is what matters most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1284575582107965958?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1284575582107965958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1284575582107965958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1284575582107965958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-again.html' title='Surprise! ......... Again!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-9086513020851205891</id><published>2010-05-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:50:08.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swagger Wagon</title><content type='html'>So we're looking for minivans.....Not sure if I'm ready for this or not.... This video helps ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-9086513020851205891?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/9086513020851205891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/swagger-wagon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9086513020851205891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9086513020851205891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/swagger-wagon.html' title='Swagger Wagon'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1563009861827353809</id><published>2010-04-30T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:40:50.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Artist</title><content type='html'>Annie has learned how to escape her Bumbo and bouncy (vibrator) chair. We're all in trouble now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1563009861827353809?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1563009861827353809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-artist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1563009861827353809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1563009861827353809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-artist.html' title='Escape Artist'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4122233261160163327</id><published>2010-04-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:16:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I'm going to Germany!!!! I'm so excited! About the trip that is......NOT the plane ride.....&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking that after torturing ourselves with 2 babies on a 10 hour plane ride, then the reward will be even better and grander than imagined. Then, like in the movies, after such a horrifying experience we will emerge even closer as a family......hey, a girl can dream. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my manically organized side has taken over. I've made a tour book for all the places we'll be exploring. It's complete with pictures, maps, and even common German phrases. I kid you not, it's 117pgs long. Manic..... I know.&amp;nbsp; It's great though- I found this awesome website (and OK, I know I'm really far behind all you new age techies) called www.wikitravel.org. LOOOOOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; It has the history of each place, places to see, things to do, traditional foods you have to try, drinks, etc, etc, etc.....&amp;nbsp; It is like wikipedia, where you have to be aware that people fill everything in so it might not all be accurate; however I found it to be totally interesting (yes, I stayed up until midnight last night reading about everywhere we're going.) Then, I found myself filling in more and more places to go and see into our itinerary.......we don't really have to eat, do we?&amp;nbsp; I know we'll probably be scratching off alot of places as our 2 preggo women and 3 toddlers in the group start whining to go slower; but so far we plan to rent a van to travel and explore Southern Germany, Northern Switzerland, and Northern Austria. So EXCITING!!!!!&amp;nbsp; (yes, alot of capitol letters and exclamation points in this post...) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am bringing my trip journal with me.&amp;nbsp; Made me start to reminisce about my Grandma Dollar.&amp;nbsp; She got me started on my first trip journal.&amp;nbsp; I still have it and can remember her telling me about ideas of things I can write about along the trip.&amp;nbsp; I still bring one with me on big trips to make sure I don't forget any detail.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get my kids starting on their journals too.&amp;nbsp; I think it really helped to fuel my love of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave Monday; May 3rd and will return Thursday; May 13th.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to write all about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4122233261160163327?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4122233261160163327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/germany.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4122233261160163327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4122233261160163327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/germany.html' title='Germany!!!!!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2253845849727402788</id><published>2010-04-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:49:51.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Padre Island</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a trip! We were only on the island for 1 day, but we did so much it seems like we were there for a week!&amp;nbsp; We picked up some good tips for our Germany trip (gotta remember to bring trashbags and laxatives....no relation to each other...) and increased our confidence in the girls' ability to do long trips well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The drive down was surprisingly very pleasant! We started off really early in the morning, and the trip ended up taking about 12hrs, but we made sure at each stop (3 total) that the kids really ran around and got their wiggles out. It got really rainy and cooler than expected; however the kids did great watching movies and sleeping the whole time! Mickey Mouse is the new favorite movie (Winnie the Pooh and Veggie Tales are a close 2nd and 3rd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ytDAitElI/AAAAAAAABHY/HZqkC6Pu3Jw/s1600/South+Padre+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ytDAitElI/AAAAAAAABHY/HZqkC6Pu3Jw/s200/South+Padre+087.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ytOA-5cGI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZKrLbkpyo8U/s1600/South+Padre+088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ytOA-5cGI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZKrLbkpyo8U/s200/South+Padre+088.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a picnic lunch, but got worried if we would be able to enjoy it with all the rain.&amp;nbsp; We finally found a rest stop during a short break in the rain and grabbed the opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn loved running around ("mommy, I'm exercising!") and picking the wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yuJPps8jI/AAAAAAAABHo/9e6F_5ljcUo/s1600/South+Padre+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yuJPps8jI/AAAAAAAABHo/9e6F_5ljcUo/s200/South+Padre+083.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yuQ2Pr4pI/AAAAAAAABHw/Zxa-80A8wHg/s1600/South+Padre+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yuQ2Pr4pI/AAAAAAAABHw/Zxa-80A8wHg/s200/South+Padre+082.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yua6VdFdI/AAAAAAAABH4/4EcOyk97R5g/s1600/South+Padre+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yua6VdFdI/AAAAAAAABH4/4EcOyk97R5g/s200/South+Padre+081.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we went to the rehearsal dinner (for Aunt Rachel's wedding) at the Shrimp Haus in Schlitterbahn Park.&amp;nbsp; It was really good food, and the views of the ocean were great! I loved the centerpieces: they were little buckets of crayons and beach toys. Maddie is still holding onto her "crab balloon" and water gun. Madelynn also loved playing with her cousin Ian! He is such an adorable and sweet boy!&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ywb-PzaYI/AAAAAAAABIA/EQfnZ7C1SI0/s1600/South+Padre+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ywb-PzaYI/AAAAAAAABIA/EQfnZ7C1SI0/s200/South+Padre+005.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Saturday,) we got to eat breakfast with Grandma and Grandpa before heading out to see the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yxvJUXXdI/AAAAAAAABII/gblQ5FYJVA0/s1600/South+Padre+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yxvJUXXdI/AAAAAAAABII/gblQ5FYJVA0/s200/South+Padre+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before we could actually hit the road Madelynn had to stop and try out the "sand box, sand box!" (we worked on saying beach, but she loves "sand box!" instead- lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yyOA1CxbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/35sT7v-VCMs/s1600/South+Padre+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yyOA1CxbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/35sT7v-VCMs/s200/South+Padre+007.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her comment was "kinda like mud, momma!" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first we headed to the Bird Reserve with Grandpa and Cody (Jake's cousin.) Funny how you see no birds in the photos.....I think they were all still in hibernation.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, Maddie and Annie were not amused.....it was a quick trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yzWMnPzoI/AAAAAAAABIY/940o8AUGa84/s1600/South+Padre+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yzWMnPzoI/AAAAAAAABIY/940o8AUGa84/s200/South+Padre+010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yzb4qU-XI/AAAAAAAABIg/DZhjKlyXiXE/s1600/South+Padre+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8yzb4qU-XI/AAAAAAAABIg/DZhjKlyXiXE/s200/South+Padre+012.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Sea Turtles, Inc. where they find and rehabilitate injured sea turtles. They have a one legged turtle that they have attached a prosthetic 'rudder' to to help it to swim. Very interesting.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn loved looking at all the turtles, and even Annie seemed interested in watching them swim around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0iCoT_vI/AAAAAAAABIw/4M5zsRjU0hc/s1600/South+Padre+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0iCoT_vI/AAAAAAAABIw/4M5zsRjU0hc/s200/South+Padre+031.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1r-Wck5I/AAAAAAAABJo/ozVZICbH_Hs/s1600/South+Padre+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1r-Wck5I/AAAAAAAABJo/ozVZICbH_Hs/s200/South+Padre+015.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y067uoQ_I/AAAAAAAABJA/zru-POFQpr4/s1600/South+Padre+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y067uoQ_I/AAAAAAAABJA/zru-POFQpr4/s200/South+Padre+020.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1MMyWLMI/AAAAAAAABJI/qUqMRzq72sk/s1600/South+Padre+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1MMyWLMI/AAAAAAAABJI/qUqMRzq72sk/s200/South+Padre+018.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0bLLThXI/AAAAAAAABIo/CDbNgo_G3uk/s1600/South+Padre+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0bLLThXI/AAAAAAAABIo/CDbNgo_G3uk/s200/South+Padre+026.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0qHBeW8I/AAAAAAAABI4/bcA6KNY2QPc/s1600/South+Padre+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y0qHBeW8I/AAAAAAAABI4/bcA6KNY2QPc/s200/South+Padre+027.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1UCpKtTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/IlXHL48thoI/s1600/South+Padre+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1UCpKtTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/IlXHL48thoI/s200/South+Padre+025.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1cycYpUI/AAAAAAAABJY/9vABoptED4Q/s1600/South+Padre+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1cycYpUI/AAAAAAAABJY/9vABoptED4Q/s200/South+Padre+029.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1lp9YgzI/AAAAAAAABJg/GnhAnKRoSMU/s1600/South+Padre+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y1lp9YgzI/AAAAAAAABJg/GnhAnKRoSMU/s200/South+Padre+017.jpg" width="200" /&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;Next, we went to Pirates Landing for lunch. It's a restaurant where everything is pirate related.&amp;nbsp; At first, Maddie was unsure of the pirates. But she warmed up quickly, and soon got into the pirate spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3dMUo9vI/AAAAAAAABJw/hGqKwjvqMmE/s1600/South+Padre+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3dMUo9vI/AAAAAAAABJw/hGqKwjvqMmE/s200/South+Padre+028.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3lQbJiOI/AAAAAAAABJ4/SF2aoV1UFZ4/s1600/South+Padre+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3lQbJiOI/AAAAAAAABJ4/SF2aoV1UFZ4/s200/South+Padre+034.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3u6WEW9I/AAAAAAAABKA/IHyinr81bOM/s1600/South+Padre+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y3u6WEW9I/AAAAAAAABKA/IHyinr81bOM/s200/South+Padre+036.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do pirates go to school? At the arrrrrrrt institute!&amp;nbsp; Sorry, I couldn't help myself- lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to the touch pools.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn got to feed the hermit crabs (shrimp bits) and touch some starfish.&amp;nbsp; She didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y4YwoWQwI/AAAAAAAABKI/jwVa7P_jjkc/s1600/South+Padre+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y4YwoWQwI/AAAAAAAABKI/jwVa7P_jjkc/s200/South+Padre+039.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y4h0cPzRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/xGeEeV-C4F4/s1600/South+Padre+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y4h0cPzRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/xGeEeV-C4F4/s200/South+Padre+043.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right outside, there was a man with some birds.&amp;nbsp; We got the unexpected opportunity to play with them. Madelynn was in heaven! Cindy (the bird) was great with Maddie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y46h6XbZI/AAAAAAAABKY/yRtJ5bfA0so/s1600/South+Padre+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y46h6XbZI/AAAAAAAABKY/yRtJ5bfA0so/s200/South+Padre+048.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y5CZoz-sI/AAAAAAAABKg/uBkZfV8yveI/s1600/South+Padre+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y5CZoz-sI/AAAAAAAABKg/uBkZfV8yveI/s200/South+Padre+046.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! We were pooped by then! Well, I guess I should say Mommy and Daddy were pooped! Annie was asleep by now, and Madelynn was.....well rearing to go swimming!&amp;nbsp; So, off to the beach we went.&amp;nbsp; I have never heard so much excited screaming from Madelynn.&amp;nbsp; She had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y535Kcb-I/AAAAAAAABKo/QOZ5WLJ0u58/s1600/South+Padre+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y535Kcb-I/AAAAAAAABKo/QOZ5WLJ0u58/s200/South+Padre+051.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6GyfGwNI/AAAAAAAABKw/Jjd7oeHePMg/s1600/South+Padre+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6GyfGwNI/AAAAAAAABKw/Jjd7oeHePMg/s200/South+Padre+067.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6UkCDkiI/AAAAAAAABK4/t3kB7gSF3NY/s1600/South+Padre+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6UkCDkiI/AAAAAAAABK4/t3kB7gSF3NY/s200/South+Padre+061.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6ik5Tt6I/AAAAAAAABLA/u6q-Y2XKRhU/s1600/South+Padre+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y6ik5Tt6I/AAAAAAAABLA/u6q-Y2XKRhU/s200/South+Padre+058.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was freezing, but we were running around so much that we didn't even notice after a while.&amp;nbsp; Grandma and I took turns with Maddie's high energy- lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the wedding!&amp;nbsp; What a beautiful wedding, and an absolutely gorgeous bride!&amp;nbsp; We got a great surprise, and got to see Ian get baptized as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y7xc1HMgI/AAAAAAAABLI/7nra_t9SeU0/s1600/South+Padre+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y7xc1HMgI/AAAAAAAABLI/7nra_t9SeU0/s200/South+Padre+068.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y75ixe3NI/AAAAAAAABLQ/b7OsZsKh72w/s1600/South+Padre+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y75ixe3NI/AAAAAAAABLQ/b7OsZsKh72w/s200/South+Padre+069.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was held at The Pelican Station. It had fantastic views of the ocean and the food and music was wonderful! We had a great time! As you can see, Madelynn and Annie promptly fell asleep, and Jake and I got to fit in one dance together before crashing back at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y8qg72q-I/AAAAAAAABLY/N3mLLW7NqcI/s1600/South+Padre+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y8qg72q-I/AAAAAAAABLY/N3mLLW7NqcI/s200/South+Padre+073.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y8wCAfnSI/AAAAAAAABLg/rJh1-tiML_A/s1600/South+Padre+074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y8wCAfnSI/AAAAAAAABLg/rJh1-tiML_A/s200/South+Padre+074.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y86wGBWgI/AAAAAAAABLo/pYgzZNvQ-Pw/s1600/South+Padre+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y86wGBWgI/AAAAAAAABLo/pYgzZNvQ-Pw/s200/South+Padre+076.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y9CIaNzwI/AAAAAAAABLw/Lcw3N7CHd0U/s1600/South+Padre+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y9CIaNzwI/AAAAAAAABLw/Lcw3N7CHd0U/s200/South+Padre+077.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y9JeTCtOI/AAAAAAAABL4/q83ATww6z0c/s1600/South+Padre+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y9JeTCtOI/AAAAAAAABL4/q83ATww6z0c/s200/South+Padre+078.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back was alittle more difficult than the drive down.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn and Annabelle had tasted freedom, and were not so willing to be strapped down for another 12 hrs.&amp;nbsp; We made it unscathed though (except for Maddie who decided to draw on her arms with a pen- lol!) It was cool and rainy on the way back as well, but again we found a quick stop in between showers for a picnic lunch and to run around some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y-r2o1jHI/AAAAAAAABMA/KgtgFXlPlro/s1600/South+Padre+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y-r2o1jHI/AAAAAAAABMA/KgtgFXlPlro/s200/South+Padre+079.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y-ygIp8pI/AAAAAAAABMI/XWLrMAb7KhI/s1600/South+Padre+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8y-ygIp8pI/AAAAAAAABMI/XWLrMAb7KhI/s200/South+Padre+080.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is lazy Monday for sure!&amp;nbsp; It's always more fun to pack, than to unpack from a vacation......so I'll just procrastinate on that- hehe!&amp;nbsp; I have more pictures uploaded on Facebook, but these were my favorites (then cut in half so the blog wouldn't take 2 pages.)&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I'll have to tell our Germany story in several parts ;)&amp;nbsp; Well, here's to many more great vacations!&amp;nbsp; Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Brand and great job on the fantastic celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2253845849727402788?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2253845849727402788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/south-padre-island.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2253845849727402788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2253845849727402788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/south-padre-island.html' title='South Padre Island'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8ytDAitElI/AAAAAAAABHY/HZqkC6Pu3Jw/s72-c/South+Padre+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6829637070204692789</id><published>2010-04-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:40:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Springy House</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some small and inexpensive things around the house to celebrate Spring!&amp;nbsp; I'm a decorator at heart, so it is so much fun for me to change things around the house with each season.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I'm a broke decorator; so the things I change have to be cheap (or free) and in small doses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since buying a house, I've become a huge fan of wreaths! I think they make a wonderful first impression, and can express so many seasons and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YRTOyvS4I/AAAAAAAABGQ/1tDDaIYcO00/s1600/wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YRTOyvS4I/AAAAAAAABGQ/1tDDaIYcO00/s200/wreath.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrangeas are such a beautiful Spring flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that wreaths don't have to go just on the door.&amp;nbsp; They look great hanging on mirrors and windows too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YRzGT8AUI/AAAAAAAABGg/biw4wJpBSWA/s1600/wreath2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YRzGT8AUI/AAAAAAAABGg/biw4wJpBSWA/s200/wreath2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some apothecary jars awhile back, and love filling them with beautiful items.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they are set WAY back on my counter, out of reach of coasting baby hands ;)&amp;nbsp; Here are some ideas for Spring fillers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YTyRJMNrI/AAAAAAAABGo/mOT4TWxX3mY/s1600/apothecary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YTyRJMNrI/AAAAAAAABGo/mOT4TWxX3mY/s200/apothecary.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy the bags of fake fruit (apples, lemons, etc...) and fake flowers for an inexpensive price at Walmart (where nobody cares how loud my children scream) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful Spring tablecloth or place mats are next on my list.&amp;nbsp; Here are some pretty ones at Pottery Barn (I'm waiting for a good sale to get some) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YWWnCZbpI/AAAAAAAABGw/HFHwF0nE5ec/s1600/table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YWWnCZbpI/AAAAAAAABGw/HFHwF0nE5ec/s200/table.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least; I take out my vase to start filling with all the beautiful wildflowers that Madelynn loves to pick for me (and a few garden flowers too.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YYzs9Y-PI/AAAAAAAABG4/GSh5KiDSxQU/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YYzs9Y-PI/AAAAAAAABG4/GSh5KiDSxQU/s200/flowers.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun turning your home into a Springy one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6829637070204692789?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6829637070204692789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/springy-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6829637070204692789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6829637070204692789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/springy-house.html' title='A Springy House'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S8YRTOyvS4I/AAAAAAAABGQ/1tDDaIYcO00/s72-c/wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8114893436803907604</id><published>2010-04-05T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:27:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S7oCd7w09XI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ayzyf4SdWgQ/s320/cuteness+001.jpg" border="0" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being goof-balls this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie on the Loose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e54721bcca2aa333" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De54721bcca2aa333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2951A8FC243C8464122D1EE4AFB59E9DBF08BDAC.1251E885E026DE58F62C4C517DBEC317C4870BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De54721bcca2aa333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSk9I0FFyO_9kRYlN2YMOIR3KoCg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De54721bcca2aa333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2951A8FC243C8464122D1EE4AFB59E9DBF08BDAC.1251E885E026DE58F62C4C517DBEC317C4870BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De54721bcca2aa333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSk9I0FFyO_9kRYlN2YMOIR3KoCg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/5846433045158779875-8114893436803907604?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8114893436803907604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8114893436803907604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8114893436803907604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S7oCd7w09XI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ayzyf4SdWgQ/s72-c/cuteness+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2916128333544160832</id><published>2010-04-02T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:11:08.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Jake and I thought it'd be fun to announce the pregnancy on April Fools Day..... I guess the joke is on us because only a few people remembered it was April Fools Day- lol!&amp;nbsp; Oh well- yes, it's no joke. I'm pregnant- and everything about this pregnancy has been one surprise after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it started with me just feeling kinda crummy. I was irritable and tired all the time. Of course that little voice pops into my head,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could you be pregnant?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, no&lt;/i&gt;, I would think, &lt;i&gt;it's only been 3 weeks since my last cycle; must be PMS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a couple more weeks of this nonsense, and starting to have that &lt;i&gt;I have to eat NOW, or get sick&lt;/i&gt; sensation; I found myself lingering just alittle longer in front of the pregnancy tests at the store.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I might want to pick one up.....you know, just in case I ever just feel like peeing on a stick...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning in March, I woke up at about 5am and started feeling really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OK, I have the test. I'll just take it to set my mind at ease so I can go back to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gents; it was positive. There was no going back to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jake that morning, and he did as all men do: he laughed. Yes, he LAUGHED....I think he was hysterical and in shock at this point. Boy, I'm glad I married a man with a sense of humor- you can either laugh or cry....I prefer to laugh.....then I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the appointment at the doctors to get the sonogram and confirm everything. The sonogram went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's a big baby!"&lt;br /&gt;"What? What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you are NOT 8 weeks along, you are definitely already in your 2nd trimester."&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, that's just not possible! You see, I had this VERY heavy cycle in February..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry sweetheart, but this baby is 12 weeks not 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 3 MONTHS along! As I quickly do the math in my head (baby due October 16, Annie will be....) Yikes! Annie will be 16 months old!!!!&amp;nbsp; And the gray hair begins..... Sorry folks, but for the next several years I will officially be that crazy woman who never leaves the house. I may start writing crazy blurbs intermittantly to attempt to communicate to the outside world, but they will all begin with 'there was an old woman who lived in a shoe....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next surprise.....&lt;br /&gt;"Want to know what the sex is?"&lt;br /&gt;"You can do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"It won't be 100% until later, but we can get a pretty good idea"&lt;br /&gt;"OK! What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well......yep, that looks like a little penis- it's a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;And then the excitement starts to set in....a little boy....a sweet little boy! How fun! Of course, he'll probably spend the first year wearing all pink; but a little boy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've been through every emotion in the book these last few weeks....about five times, and I'm still making the rounds..... But I just have to trust in God, and I know that He has a plan: a Divine Plan. It may not always be MY plan, but it always turns out much better than I ever could imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I'm tired just writing about this roller coaster. Please keep us in your prayers, and I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe.....&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2916128333544160832?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2916128333544160832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2916128333544160832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2916128333544160832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1501322534148837698</id><published>2010-04-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:47:09.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how when I was little I loved playing jokes on my siblings (harmless ones of course.)&amp;nbsp; As I get older, I like this day less and less.&amp;nbsp; I think I've become the person who hates surprises (type A nurse coming out perhaps?)&amp;nbsp; Jake and I decided we would not play jokes on each other....I wonder as the kids get older if I'll again look forward to this day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1501322534148837698?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1501322534148837698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1501322534148837698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1501322534148837698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3824057103233701644</id><published>2010-03-24T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:49:50.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're on the internet too much when.......</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've caught myself from almost saying "lol!" and "J/K!" and "rofl!" in a verbal, face to face conversation with someone.&amp;nbsp; That is really sad......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3824057103233701644?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3824057103233701644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-youre-on-internet-too-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3824057103233701644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3824057103233701644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-youre-on-internet-too-much.html' title='You know you&apos;re on the internet too much when.......'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6672208363557489098</id><published>2010-03-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:44:47.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekly Post</title><content type='html'>I had hoped to be better at this, and do more than a weekly post.......but life gets in the way sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Still working on a routine at home (though I hear that NEVER happens with kids........and I'm starting to agree.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say right now that I refuse to comment on the Health Care Reform. I'm sick of hearing about it. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn's imagination is so wonderful, she is a wonderful daughter and big sister. Even though she is starting to experience the pains of sharing with a sibling, she gets so worried when Annie cries and does everything she can think of to help her.&lt;br /&gt;"I get toy for Annie"&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, Annie needs bottle"&lt;br /&gt;"Annie, don't cry! I kiss your booboo"&lt;br /&gt;"You want song Annie?"&lt;br /&gt;She continues to go down the list until Annie stops crying. It's so cute- she is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie got her 9month check-up yesterday. She is 18lbs (35%) and 28" (65%).&amp;nbsp; Head is still ridged, but growing appropriately and no need for worry (if she ever shaves her head, I'll be worried; but not about the ridging....)&amp;nbsp; It is so hard for me to not compare her physical progress with Madelynn's at that age. Maddie was crawling on all fours, and pulling up to standing by that age.&amp;nbsp; Annabelle is army crawling, but shows no interest in being on all fours. She has learned how to go up stairs, but not pull up to standing. I think it is just a difference in personality.&amp;nbsp; Annie is a very laid back child (thank goodness) so she is just happy sitting there. Maddie was always on the move, couldn't ever sit still.&amp;nbsp; Even knowing this, I still worry.&amp;nbsp; It is my job.......or curse......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the opportunity to watch my nephew Ian last week. It was lots of fun! It was great to see how it would be with 3 kids.......now all future kids have to be as good as Ian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a blackmail photo we captured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S6kZb4ARVkI/AAAAAAAABGA/0QgRCgvPjgg/s1600-h/Ian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S6kZb4ARVkI/AAAAAAAABGA/0QgRCgvPjgg/s320/Ian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are forced to love me- bwahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6672208363557489098?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6672208363557489098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekly-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6672208363557489098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6672208363557489098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekly-post.html' title='The Weekly Post'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S6kZb4ARVkI/AAAAAAAABGA/0QgRCgvPjgg/s72-c/Ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1750845581630029172</id><published>2010-03-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:21:56.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to open up the Grill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;Sorry, I've fallen off the blog bandwagon lately. I've been preparing my house for spring (more to come on that subject later.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;With spring on the way, I can't wait to start grilling! Jake is going to start a new hobby this year: smoking! Ok, people don't get all &lt;i&gt;but it causes lung cancer&lt;/i&gt; on me. He is going to start smoking MEAT! He is going to make the smoker using this site as guidelines: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=D&amp;amp;q=http://www.randyq.addr.com/ecb/ecbmods.html&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHmqMTle8DUBVZ0ugGcupQqYdIrnA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.randyq.addr.com/ecb/ecbmods.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;Should be interesting! I shall have to post pics and the results afterwards. If everything goes well, it'll be really yummy! The oncology nurse in me does want to add the disclaimer that eating lots of smoked meat puts you at risk for colon cancer- so just everything in moderation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;Jake and I love a good cold beer with chips and dip while we grill. Here is our favorite dip recipe- it's the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Southwest Dip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;One medium sized container of sour cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;One packet of Taco Seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;Throw it all together in a bowl, mix, and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fixed_width" style="font-family: Courier,Monospaced;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1750845581630029172?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1750845581630029172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-open-up-grill.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1750845581630029172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1750845581630029172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-open-up-grill.html' title='Time to open up the Grill!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6770577357013912303</id><published>2010-03-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:02:17.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Homeschoolers!</title><content type='html'>A Beka Book Materials Displays/Conventions coming to Texas! March-April: check out the website for more information.&amp;nbsp; If you order at the convention, there is no shipping cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.abeka.com/MaterialsDisplay/default.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;Website Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6770577357013912303?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6770577357013912303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/attention-homeschoolers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6770577357013912303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6770577357013912303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/attention-homeschoolers.html' title='Attention Homeschoolers!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4278365430816167969</id><published>2010-03-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:14:11.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny for the Day</title><content type='html'>Madelynn was eating her dinner of fishsticks with ketchup and ranch (such the southern girl.)&lt;br /&gt;Jake says: "Madelynn, what are you going to put on your fishstick?"&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: "My mouth Daddy.......my mouth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4278365430816167969?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4278365430816167969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4278365430816167969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4278365430816167969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-for-day.html' title='Funny for the Day'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1919097931143806247</id><published>2010-03-05T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:55:33.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><content type='html'>Cool music video! Just had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1919097931143806247?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1919097931143806247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1919097931143806247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1919097931143806247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4068695299726796791</id><published>2010-03-04T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:28:50.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peanut Butter Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4_QmISZSYI/AAAAAAAABF4/_Zd2-R7kAWM/s1600-h/criss-cross+peanut+butter+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4_QmISZSYI/AAAAAAAABF4/_Zd2-R7kAWM/s200/criss-cross+peanut+butter+cookies.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're needing a good sweet snack and don't want to go to the store, these are the best and easiest cookies to make. I love making them with Madelynn too because she can help roll the dough and place them on the cookie sheet (and of course she gets to lick to bowl afterwards....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy Peanut Butter Cookies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1cup peanut butter (sometimes I use creamy and sometimes crunchy...both are good)&lt;br /&gt;1cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and roll into small balls. Place on cookie sheet and bake for 10-12 minutes at 325 degrees. Cookies will be soft when taken out of oven and will harden as they cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make them extra small and add icing to them (or make an icing sandwich with them.) ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4068695299726796791?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4068695299726796791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/easy-peanut-butter-cookies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4068695299726796791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4068695299726796791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/easy-peanut-butter-cookies.html' title='Easy Peanut Butter Cookies'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4_QmISZSYI/AAAAAAAABF4/_Zd2-R7kAWM/s72-c/criss-cross+peanut+butter+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6404140096376671305</id><published>2010-03-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:02:34.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful morning......and then I woke up</title><content type='html'>I was lying in bed this morning just dozing and enjoying the warmth of the covers, when Madelynn climbed into bed with me and curled up next to me under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/i&gt;, I thought, &lt;i&gt;it doesn't get any better than this....&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I drapped my arm around her and pulled her in closer enjoying the cuddle time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I poopy Mommy, need diaper change&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So this is how my mornings begin now.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, ok"&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I said. "I'm awake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn sits up and watches me stretch and yawn trying to pull together enough energy to get myself to actually put my feet on the floor; signifying that the day has begun.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans in and whispers again, "....and wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I look over at her and noticed a nice big wet spot where she was sitting.......on my pillow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then start to hear Annie's persistent yells through the baby monitor, as Goliath starts barking to be let out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh......guess I better make extra coffee this morning.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6404140096376671305?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6404140096376671305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-morningand-then-i-woke-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6404140096376671305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6404140096376671305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-morningand-then-i-woke-up.html' title='A wonderful morning......and then I woke up'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2039315565292686953</id><published>2010-03-01T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:55:41.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any pictures in a while.....so time to torture you with my kids again!&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4w3H-VrdCI/AAAAAAAABFo/0t_G5w-XDHY/s1600-h/Feb.09-Jan10+689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4w3H-VrdCI/AAAAAAAABFo/0t_G5w-XDHY/s320/Feb.09-Jan10+689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't you just pinch those cute little cheeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4w3MoF59EI/AAAAAAAABFw/e2puukAVC6M/s1600-h/Feb.09-Jan10+711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4w3MoF59EI/AAAAAAAABFw/e2puukAVC6M/s320/Feb.09-Jan10+711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Always Mommy's little 'helper'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2039315565292686953?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2039315565292686953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2039315565292686953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2039315565292686953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S4w3H-VrdCI/AAAAAAAABFo/0t_G5w-XDHY/s72-c/Feb.09-Jan10+689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4126564301056716017</id><published>2010-02-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:36:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jake!</title><content type='html'>Since I work on Jake's actual birthday (Sunday); I'm dedicating today's post to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Excerpt of a Poem by Maya Angelou:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you rose into my life like a promised sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Brightening my days with the light in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so strong. Now I'm where I belong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall more in love with you everyday, Jake. God made me the perfect soul-mate many (ahem) years ago today. I can't wait to see what adventures God has in store for us, and I'm so excited I get to go on this lifelong saga with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4126564301056716017?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4126564301056716017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4126564301056716017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4126564301056716017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy Birthday Jake!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6664508489383906844</id><published>2010-02-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:06:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your Vitamins!</title><content type='html'>I realized today how my mood and energy is dependent on the sun. Yesterday it was cloudy and I felt more sluggish and depressed than ever. I got less sleep last night, but with the sun out today I felt energized and happy.&amp;nbsp; Since I can't control the sun (that would be awesome- I hope God gives me that job when I get to Heaven) I take vitamins and dietary supplements to help with health, energy, and beauty (I could use some more for that last one-lol!)&amp;nbsp; Currently, these are the vitamins I take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Multi-vitamin (prenatal because I still have tons left over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vitamin B-6 for energy and lengthens my luteal phase (PMS thing). Also good for maintaining hormonal balance. Make sure you take this one in the morning, or you'll end up staying up all night.&amp;nbsp; B-12 is also great for energy, and enhances mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vitamin C to ward off colds (chewable because I get sick of swallowing pills.) Combined with potassium sources (bananas and OJ,) it also helps prevent muscle cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Vitamin E for healthy skin (helps with blemishes and stretch marks.) Fish Oil is also great for those with skin allergies or eczema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On occasion, I'll start taking Dessicated Liver tablets when I start to feel anemic and sluggish. You can take 2-3 a day as needed. Excellent source of iron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I also take Brewers Yeast tablets when breastfeeding to keep a good milk supply going. Or you can drink a non-alcoholic beer (it has brewer's yeast in it.) Eating oatmeal also helps keep a healthy milk supply going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you don't drink alot of milk, or eat very much dairy; I strongly recommend taking Vitamin D. This will not only help with bone strength, but Vitamin D and time in the sun helps improve mood as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to get your vitamins and dietary supplements from a reputable source. I use Nature's Bounty. Most drugstores carry the more common vitamins, you may have to order online for the harder to find ones. Also, make sure to check expiration dates. Vitamins and dietary supplements can go bad like any other medication. Which brings me to my last point: &lt;b&gt;check with your doctor if you are on any medications!&lt;/b&gt; Just like any other drug, vitamins and dietary supplements can interact badly with other medications; making them less effective, or not effective at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like alot of pill swallowing, but if you split them up throughout the day, or take some at night and some in the morning; it really isn't bad (and I'm the person who chokes them down one at a time.) I hope you find these helpful in maintaining a positive energy; even on the cloudy-est, coldest of days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-6664508489383906844?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6664508489383906844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-your-vitamins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6664508489383906844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6664508489383906844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-your-vitamins.html' title='Take your Vitamins!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2229487978232473275</id><published>2010-02-22T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:24:27.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken and Rice Casserole</title><content type='html'>This is a casserole that usually serves alot of people. It is very filling- so even though I'm usually starving by dinner time, a small portion fills me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken &amp;amp; Rice Casserole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups uncooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of celery&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken&lt;br /&gt;Thawed chicken &lt;br /&gt;Butter optional&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan cheese optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stir in 1 1/2 soupcan of water with all 3 cans of creamed soups (I got this recipe from someone who evidently doesn't own measuring cups....lol)&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in rice and optional butter&lt;br /&gt;3. Pour into 9x13 pan&lt;br /&gt;4. Place thawed chicken on top with optional parmesan&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook uncovered @ 350degrees for 2 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2229487978232473275?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2229487978232473275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-and-rice-casserole.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2229487978232473275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2229487978232473275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-and-rice-casserole.html' title='Chicken and Rice Casserole'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5867934269006375807</id><published>2010-02-19T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:29:37.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>First, let me preface this by saying that there is a difference between Baby Blues and Postpartum Depression. Here is a good article outlining the differences: &lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/women/pregnancy/ppd/general/379.html"&gt;familydoctor.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of women battle the baby blues right after delivery. It's absolutely normal- your hormones are out of control, you're sleep deprived, you're nervous and stressed with a new baby; it's an uphill battle from the very beginning.&amp;nbsp; Here are some things I found helpful when my rug-rats were born.&lt;br /&gt;1. Schedule people to visit the 2nd week you're home. The first week is for trying to get settled as a family, and get a routine down. Grandparents are OK (or people who won't judge you if you suddenly burst into tears), but everyone else can come when you're feeling more up to it.&amp;nbsp; If there are some people who insist on coming, or you really want that casserole Mindy is bringing; it's OK to have hubby meet them at the door with baby and tell them you're napping. Or at least have hubby keep a list of excuses to bring up for when the visit is starting to last longer then 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;2. NAP WHEN BABY IS NAPPING!!!! It's one of the hardest rules because as women and mommies, we want to keep the household running when baby is down (and hubby just doesn't do it the same way.) But the more tired you are, the worse the moodiness and tears are.&amp;nbsp; Plus, the baby won't always sleep as well as they do the first few days and mommy needs fuel for the long haul. It's OK if the house goes down in ashes around you, sleep is of utmost importance to make you a better woman, wife, mommy. Feel free to call in the Grandparents for some quality baby time while you nap!&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't forget to eat and drink lots of water! Especially if you're breastfeeding. It takes about 300 extra calories a day when pregnant and 500 extra calories a day when breastfeeding. You need these extra calories to keep your energy up. Sorry, it will be a few more months before you're able to try to lose that extra baby fat. This is a great 'job' for all those people who ask what they can do for you. &lt;i&gt;Can I do anything for you?&lt;/i&gt; "Sure! If you could bring some lunch or dinner over, that would be great!" Don't feel bad for asking, people &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to help! I also find it helpful to keep lots of fruit or yogurt around for snacking.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you start feeling especially moody and irritable, I found it best to hand baby over to Daddy (great bonding time) run a hot bath or shower, put on my saddest music, and just cry for a good 15-20 minutes. I always feel much more calm and collected afterward. Your bucket can only hold so much before you need to empty it. If you need to empty your bucket, and Daddy is already back at work; you're not a bad mother if you set baby down safely in her crib and walk away for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; My oldest child was so fussy all the time. She had bad reflux and would just cry and cry and cry. I would get so frustrated because I didn't know what to do for her. I would place her crying in her crib, and I would sit outside the door and cry just as hard. Then I'd get up, wash my face, get a drink of water, and go back to her a much more calm and effective mommy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Walks outside can be refreshing. I know, the last thing you want your neighbors to see is a frumpy, chunky you puffing away with the stroller. But it really does help, and the majority of your neighbors have been there before too......they won't hold it against you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember that Daddy can get The Grumps too (Baby Blues is not a manly enough name for Daddy, so we'll call it The Grumps.) While his is not as hormonal, it's based more on stress of being responsible for a larger family, as well as trying to take care of a hormonal and moody wife. Cut Daddy some slack if he needs a walk around the block, or a nap too. He'll be able to better take care of you and baby if he is well rested as well.&amp;nbsp; I found it best to give Daddy time away each day by having him run errands or better yet, grab me something to eat! He always came back feeling better and ready to take over while I take my turn resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this is a stage in life that will pass too.&amp;nbsp; Things WILL get better with time. Baby Blues is not something that you need to feel ashamed of- talking with other moms can be very helpful. There are many mom groups out there if you don't have any friends you feel comfortable enough discussing this with. &lt;a href="http://www.raisingthem.com/index.php?source=google&amp;amp;campaign=Mom+Groups&amp;amp;medium=cpc&amp;amp;term=mom%20groups&amp;amp;gclid=CJSqjrbZ_p8CFctY2godIScmkA"&gt;raisingthem.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Also, if you don't feel comfortable talking about it in person, there are many online groups that you can share and discuss your frustrations with other moms online. &lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/?intcmp=Nav_Global_SP&amp;amp;pn=BC%20Homepage"&gt;babycenter.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; The most important thing to remember is that you are a &lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/b&gt; mother! Motherhood is very frustrating, irritating, and emotional; but when that baby looks at you, eyes brimming with love, and flashes you the most beautiful smile in the whole world- it makes it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5867934269006375807?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5867934269006375807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/battling-baby-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5867934269006375807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5867934269006375807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/battling-baby-blues.html' title='Battling Baby Blues'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-85428722043504192</id><published>2010-02-18T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:37:59.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Easy Dessert</title><content type='html'>This is a great dessert that is so easy and quick to make. It's my go-to dessert when I get that dreaded call: "Corrie we're having potluck, can you bring a dessert.........tomorrow?"&amp;nbsp; Or sometimes, if they only give me 2hrs to make something, they will end up with store bought cookies. Bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dessert always gets good reviews. The key is to not say the real name of the dessert. It immediately turns people off. Since I have renamed this wonderful creation, it is a favorite of everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is &lt;b&gt;Pineapple Cherry Cobbler&lt;/b&gt; (formerly known as Cherry Dump Cake-because you dump everything into a pan and bake.......still doesn't make that horrid name any better....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 cans cherry pie filling&lt;br /&gt;2 medium cans crushed pineapple (undrained)&lt;br /&gt;2 sticks margarine&lt;br /&gt;1 box yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;crushed pecans (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix pie filling and pineapple. Pour in extra large Pyrex dish. Sprinkle dry cake mix over this. Scatter margarine pieces over cake mix. Sprinkle crushed pecans over top and bake at 350 degrees until brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can substitute pineapple and cherry for 2 cans of apple pie filling to make a great Apple Cobbler. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-85428722043504192?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/85428722043504192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/favorite-easy-dessert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/85428722043504192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/85428722043504192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/favorite-easy-dessert.html' title='Favorite Easy Dessert'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5830990703824813992</id><published>2010-02-17T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:04:41.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>This is Madelynn when she was 11 months old..... How time flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3xLQNqNsII/AAAAAAAABFI/IHh2aYrojV0/s1600-h/Maddie+Aug.2008+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3xLQNqNsII/AAAAAAAABFI/IHh2aYrojV0/s320/Maddie+Aug.2008+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she still loves that paper weight/holder.&amp;nbsp; I should buy more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5830990703824813992?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5830990703824813992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5830990703824813992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5830990703824813992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-nostalgic.html' title='Feeling Nostalgic'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3xLQNqNsII/AAAAAAAABFI/IHh2aYrojV0/s72-c/Maddie+Aug.2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7427930708260009384</id><published>2010-02-16T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:18:10.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How my life has changed since having kids</title><content type='html'>1. The world now revolves around naptime.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to try to park close to the store, now I look for parking spots next to the shopping carts.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have learned to quietly crawl across the bed and crawl across the floor to the bath room every morning; just so the baby won't see me and start crying.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm queen of the 5 minute shower.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to be able to just go to bed at night; now I pick up toys, do some laundry, get nighttime bottles ready, prepare homeschool lesson, defreeze meat for next dinner, do "go back to bed" routine with toddler five times, make sure baby's warm, check calendar for next day activities, check weather for next day clothing options, then go to bed (before waking up 2 hours later to feed baby again, and send toddler back to bed again, and move that dang toy I stubbed my toe on AGAIN.)&lt;br /&gt;6. I now go out of my way to go to a place with a drive-thru, or a place that is kid friendly.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a highly developed 'mommy tone' of voice for those &lt;i&gt;I'm really serious now&lt;/i&gt; moments (sounds scarily like my own Mother's 'mommy tone'.)&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Taking risks' is things those dang teenagers do.&lt;br /&gt;9. I now rock out to &lt;i&gt;Jesus Loves Me&lt;/i&gt; in the car.&lt;br /&gt;10. There is a designated safe place to sit baby down in every room of the house.&lt;br /&gt;11. My fridge used to be stocked with leftovers from restaurants around town. Now it's mac-n-cheese, jello, and fishsticks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Restaurants? What are they?&lt;br /&gt;13. Last movie I saw was.....hmmmm......it's been too long, I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cheerios is a food group.&lt;br /&gt;15. Distance of items from counter ledges is directly proportional to height of child.&lt;br /&gt;16. I've become very proficient at saying &lt;i&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;. "I'm sorry I'm late.....again." "I'm sorry to cancel on you.....again." "I'm sorry to drop my children off at your doorstep....again." (just kidding on that last one....maybe....) ;)&lt;br /&gt;17. I now find myself humming &lt;i&gt;Old Macdonald had a Farm&lt;/i&gt; at work.&lt;br /&gt;18. Vacation is sleeping past 6am.&lt;br /&gt;19. What's a purse?&lt;br /&gt;20. At any moment I may spill my list of unwanted Motherly advice to anyone with ears.&lt;br /&gt;21. I cry at any and all cute mother/daughter commercials (and songs, books, the list goes on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your life changed since having kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7427930708260009384?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7427930708260009384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-my-life-has-changed-since-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7427930708260009384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7427930708260009384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-my-life-has-changed-since-having.html' title='How my life has changed since having kids'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2414548274353027078</id><published>2010-02-16T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:17:52.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pot Pie</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite recipes! I usually like to serve it on a cold day with salad and rolls. It's really healthy and so easy to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken Pot Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 boiled &amp; deboned chicken (or if you're really lazy like me, you can use about 3-4 cans of chicken breast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can regular Veg-All mixed vegetables (drained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chopped medium onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ cup water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillsbury Pie Crusts (found in refrigerated section… rolled crusts in a box… not in a pie pan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray 9 x 13 pan with Pam. Debone one cooked chicken and place in bottom of pan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place Veg-All on chicken. Add onion over vegetables. Mix soups and water. Pour over vegetables. Place Pillsbury Crusts over soup layer. Bake 1 hour in 350 degree oven… or until crust is golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6 to 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, you can use any vegetables that you want. If you don’t like green peas or green beans, you can use canned vegetables that you do enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can also use one can of cream of chicken soup and once can of cream of celery soup if you like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2414548274353027078?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2414548274353027078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-pot-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2414548274353027078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2414548274353027078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-pot-pie.html' title='Chicken Pot Pie'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4528328393936940206</id><published>2010-02-15T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:27:46.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be like this for long</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53Rm-Vgf7h8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53Rm-Vgf7h8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4528328393936940206?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4528328393936940206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-wont-be-like-this-for-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4528328393936940206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4528328393936940206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-wont-be-like-this-for-long.html' title='It won&apos;t be like this for long'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8038447498375508533</id><published>2010-02-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:20:50.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New snow record</title><content type='html'>The weatherman said Texas broke the record for the most snow in one day in Texas- wow! DFW got 8-12inches with a full 24hr. snowfall yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I've never been one for the cold, but I'm digging this! Maybe we should consider a move north....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WMxTVFoeI/AAAAAAAABEg/SLz0OY-9904/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WMxTVFoeI/AAAAAAAABEg/SLz0OY-9904/s320/Valentines%26snow3+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WMqrkCK9I/AAAAAAAABEY/S5e_-qFjzok/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WMqrkCK9I/AAAAAAAABEY/S5e_-qFjzok/s320/Valentines%26snow3+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WM8Idfl1I/AAAAAAAABEo/9lwJrg2Cv-o/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WM8Idfl1I/AAAAAAAABEo/9lwJrg2Cv-o/s320/Valentines%26snow3+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNE35ZIyI/AAAAAAAABEw/1HgC6snRr-o/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNE35ZIyI/AAAAAAAABEw/1HgC6snRr-o/s320/Valentines%26snow3+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNJ8v9pCI/AAAAAAAABE4/WVfNBvc1Lvs/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNJ8v9pCI/AAAAAAAABE4/WVfNBvc1Lvs/s320/Valentines%26snow3+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNa1SO3OI/AAAAAAAABFA/ys5qOgGy3gc/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow3+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WNa1SO3OI/AAAAAAAABFA/ys5qOgGy3gc/s320/Valentines%26snow3+015.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/5846433045158779875-8038447498375508533?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8038447498375508533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-snow-record.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8038447498375508533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8038447498375508533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-snow-record.html' title='New snow record'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3WMxTVFoeI/AAAAAAAABEg/SLz0OY-9904/s72-c/Valentines%26snow3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-724068299768522687</id><published>2010-02-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:29:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie's Snowday</title><content type='html'>So here is a cute picture of Annie with the snow (can you tell I feel guilty for not having a pic of her in the first post) I'll make it extra big to assuage my guilt...&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3SuHa9rfQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xCKfV2E_G84/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow2+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3SuHa9rfQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xCKfV2E_G84/s400/Valentines%26snow2+004.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept getting mad because every time she looked up snow would land on her face. She HATES getting her face wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-724068299768522687?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/724068299768522687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/annies-snowday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/724068299768522687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/724068299768522687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/annies-snowday.html' title='Annie&apos;s Snowday'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3SuHa9rfQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xCKfV2E_G84/s72-c/Valentines%26snow2+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8707790463871374782</id><published>2010-02-11T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:37:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day! Again!</title><content type='html'>Since we woke up to some wonderful snow, we decided to make snowflakes for our homeschool project. (where &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that homeschool tab?)&amp;nbsp; It was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RlwCpZwCI/AAAAAAAABDc/FD8zFxDQE0g/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RlwCpZwCI/AAAAAAAABDc/FD8zFxDQE0g/s320/Valentines%26snow+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rl1Qbi7JI/AAAAAAAABDk/Wmwb2cEpli4/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rl1Qbi7JI/AAAAAAAABDk/Wmwb2cEpli4/s320/Valentines%26snow+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice treat having Daddy stay home with us today too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have about 4-6 inches with more snow still coming.&amp;nbsp; All of the bald areas in our yard are already covered again! I think Texas forgot it's a southern state!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RnwN0UXMI/AAAAAAAABDs/zKZEm7e9zZ0/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RnwN0UXMI/AAAAAAAABDs/zKZEm7e9zZ0/s320/Valentines%26snow+009.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so beautiful with all the snow, it really makes me want to get a new camera so I can capture this winter wonderland more effectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn2V0CCzI/AAAAAAAABD0/2LJWMmMZZkI/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn2V0CCzI/AAAAAAAABD0/2LJWMmMZZkI/s320/Valentines%26snow+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best snowman EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn635vevI/AAAAAAAABD8/ITsjy4mKKNQ/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn635vevI/AAAAAAAABD8/ITsjy4mKKNQ/s320/Valentines%26snow+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hairiest wheel EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn-67bmrI/AAAAAAAABEE/YwW0i9TT8uU/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rn-67bmrI/AAAAAAAABEE/YwW0i9TT8uU/s320/Valentines%26snow+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goliath looks so pitiful, but he actually seems to really enjoy the snow!&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: left;"&gt;Annie got to see the snow, but she was taking her nap during the taking of these pictures.&amp;nbsp; I'll get her pics in later.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Snow is tons of fun, and there's nothing better than coming inside all wet and tired and sitting in front of the fireplace sipping hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that tomorrow I won't be wiping noses all day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5846433045158779875-8707790463871374782?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8707790463871374782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8707790463871374782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8707790463871374782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-again.html' title='Snow Day! Again!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RlwCpZwCI/AAAAAAAABDc/FD8zFxDQE0g/s72-c/Valentines%26snow+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-6031761735863967386</id><published>2010-02-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:14:57.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Creation</title><content type='html'>I think I've been reading too much Pioneer Woman blog.&amp;nbsp; As I write this, I'm mentally putting it under my cooking tab, and thinking about what I'll be putting under my homeschool tab. Hmmm, I need to get Jake on that-lol!&amp;nbsp; I saw this idea in a magazine and thought I'd try it.&amp;nbsp; It's not as pretty as the magazine picture, but it was really good- and so easy to make!&amp;nbsp; It basically is an egg cooked in toast. I went for a butterfly shape, but I think that was too much detail and it looks nothing like a butterfly. Next time I'm going for the easier heart or circle shape.....&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Butter a slice of bread on both sides&lt;br /&gt;2. Use a cookie cutter to cut out the shape you want from the middle of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;3. Warm a skillet and place the bread in the skillet. (this is where I found out with the first one, that the skillet needs to be greased with some butter too.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Crack the egg into the middle of the toast (into the cut-out shape.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Most of the egg needs to be cooked, then flip the toast to cook the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Eat and enjoy!&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rk-tOQo-I/AAAAAAAABDU/dE1W7YC_hW8/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rk-tOQo-I/AAAAAAAABDU/dE1W7YC_hW8/s320/Valentines%26snow+006.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/5846433045158779875-6031761735863967386?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6031761735863967386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakfast-creation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6031761735863967386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/6031761735863967386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakfast-creation.html' title='Breakfast Creation'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3Rk-tOQo-I/AAAAAAAABDU/dE1W7YC_hW8/s72-c/Valentines%26snow+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1835813038303457931</id><published>2010-02-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:06:41.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Fun!</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day is a great day for me, because it gives us the opportunity to tell everyone how special they are to us. Not just our significant other, but family and friends as well.&amp;nbsp; I know, most of you are like "shouldn't you do that every day?" And you would be right. We &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; do that every day......but how many of you actually do?&amp;nbsp; This one day of the year gives us the reminder that we need to appreciate all of the great people in our lives! &lt;br /&gt;We've been having fun getting ready for Valentines Day.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn thinks every day is Valentines Day right now, but she's having fun with all the activities.&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RhKx59xRI/AAAAAAAABDE/DEsW8Y2Zm7w/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RhKx59xRI/AAAAAAAABDE/DEsW8Y2Zm7w/s320/Valentines%26snow+004.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are making Valentines.(Yay stickers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RiM7Nb9dI/AAAAAAAABDM/O4UlQ7RweR8/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RiM7Nb9dI/AAAAAAAABDM/O4UlQ7RweR8/s320/Valentines%26snow+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are decorating some cookies! Yum, Yum! &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: left;"&gt;I will be working on actual Valentines Day, so our family will be celebrating on Friday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;I hope everyone has a great Valentines Day full of love and appreciation for the wonderful people in their lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5846433045158779875-1835813038303457931?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1835813038303457931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1835813038303457931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1835813038303457931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-fun.html' title='Valentines Fun!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RhKx59xRI/AAAAAAAABDE/DEsW8Y2Zm7w/s72-c/Valentines%26snow+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8565509434718792547</id><published>2010-02-11T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:54:50.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class- update</title><content type='html'>Madelynn has gotten better and better with her dance class! She loves practicing all the moves when at home, and will now only hug my leg for the first 10mins of class before branching out on her own. Here are some updated photos of her with Miss Sarah.&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3ReRuxmKKI/AAAAAAAABBk/k9hQQ8HJZwo/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3ReRuxmKKI/AAAAAAAABBk/k9hQQ8HJZwo/s320/Valentines%26snow+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is learning how to hop like a frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RehYJ4RcI/AAAAAAAABBs/IuA7ahbsnp4/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RehYJ4RcI/AAAAAAAABBs/IuA7ahbsnp4/s320/Valentines%26snow+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is doing the 'seal'. She was the only one in her class who could do it properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RepWt62XI/AAAAAAAABB0/FgvBKUIf6J0/s1600-h/Valentines%26snow+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3RepWt62XI/AAAAAAAABB0/FgvBKUIf6J0/s320/Valentines%26snow+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is dancing to 'I'm a little teapot'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Madelynn has been having so much fun, I've signed her up for the next dance class, and an art class. This summer I'm thinking a music class....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5846433045158779875-8565509434718792547?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8565509434718792547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/dance-class-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8565509434718792547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8565509434718792547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/dance-class-update.html' title='Dance Class- update'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S3ReRuxmKKI/AAAAAAAABBk/k9hQQ8HJZwo/s72-c/Valentines%26snow+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5479792630276382357</id><published>2010-01-31T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:22:02.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XUnuh-ADI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jztTZvs0P0s/s1600-h/97bf2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XUnuh-ADI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jztTZvs0P0s/s200/97bf2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I've been feeling so poorly lately, I thought I'd post some funny Maxine cartoons for you to enjoy....it always helps me feel better to laugh ;)&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVRgGXKvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5XsCT8BFk8g/s1600-h/97c21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVRgGXKvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5XsCT8BFk8g/s200/97c21.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVhP7vyaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v8V6BvbhGuQ/s1600-h/97c40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVhP7vyaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v8V6BvbhGuQ/s320/97c40.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVi27IkJI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mM5tnNafHmo/s1600-h/97c6f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S2XVi27IkJI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mM5tnNafHmo/s200/97c6f.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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Our creations turned out pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake made honey mustard chicken salad:&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce, grilled chicken (using George Foreman grill) and homemade dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Dressing consisted of: honey, mustard, Italian dressing mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a casserole that is a variation of spagetti and rice.&lt;br /&gt;Sauce consisted of Italian sausage, canned diced tomatoes (with sweet onion), and spices (I used italian seasoning, onion powder, garlic salt, and pepper....basically whatever I could find that sounded good.)&lt;br /&gt;I then layered a greased baking dish with cooked rice, sauce, cheese, then rice, sauce, cheese again.&amp;nbsp; Baked at 350 for about 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was good, but I have to admit- Jake's was better.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to practice more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being on a tighter budget, it's fun seeing what we can make with what we have, rather than going out and buying more groceries for specific recipes.&amp;nbsp; We're dipping into our creative cooking side- and it's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-100651688990270994?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/100651688990270994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/dinner-creations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/100651688990270994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/100651688990270994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/dinner-creations.html' title='Dinner Creations'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4728810653457793762</id><published>2010-01-25T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:44:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class</title><content type='html'>Madelynn had her first dance class this morning.&amp;nbsp; It's at the community center, so it's more for the socialization and fun than expert dance lessons.&amp;nbsp; This really cute college girl taught the class: Miss Sarah.&amp;nbsp; She was really nice and sweet and a great instructor!&amp;nbsp; I think she might have come from some theatre production though, because she wore this really dark black eyeliner and mascara with bright green eye shadow.....very scary to a 2 year old named Madelynn.&amp;nbsp; Maddie would just start to get comfortable (and by comfortable I mean out from behind my leg, but always with one hand attached to my leg) then Miss Sarah would try to get down on her level and talk to her, and Madelynn would quickly slide on all fours under the nearest chair.&amp;nbsp; All she needed was a tail tucked between her legs and it would have been exactly like a cowering puppy.&amp;nbsp; Annie on the other hand LOVED the music and kids dancing, she jumped and screamed excitedly along the whole time.&amp;nbsp; The last ten minutes of the class, Miss Sarah had the children roll a ball back and forth to her.&amp;nbsp; When the kids had the ball, she would ask them a question "What animal is this?" (holding up a picture.) "What sound does it make?" "What color is this feather?"&amp;nbsp; Madelynn perked up and quietly joined in.....answering not only when she had the ball, but for every other child when they had the ball as well.&amp;nbsp; Then Miss Sarah passed out stickers and spent a couple minutes with each child individually (there were only 4 kids total.)&amp;nbsp; Madelynn was suddenly in sticker heaven.&amp;nbsp; She even told Miss Sarah thank you and gave her a big hug.&amp;nbsp; She then proceeded to tell all the kids goodbye with a big smile and talked the whole way home about what she learned and how much fun she had.&amp;nbsp; What a goober! Hopefully next weeks class Madelynn won't take so long getting warmed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4728810653457793762?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4728810653457793762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/dance-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4728810653457793762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4728810653457793762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/dance-class.html' title='Dance Class'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1528023166451716871</id><published>2010-01-22T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:54:50.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look how smart I am!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!!! I tried on my pre-Madelynn jeans (yes, pre-MADELYNN jeans) and they fit!!!! Granted, I remember them being alittle loose, and now I can barely breathe in them- but nontheless, they FIT!!!! And oh, my feet sure look nice and blue right now......&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly jumped on the scale after putting on the jeans fully expecting to have lost about 10lbs (since I did walk around the block that one time.) And wha?!?!?!?&amp;nbsp; I was still the EXACT SAME WEIGHT!!!!&amp;nbsp; How did that happen? My fat just somehow got re-distributed.....??? That must have been some massage Jake gave me last night.....&lt;br /&gt;I just read this email a friend sent me, and it suddenly all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;With time, we gain weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our     heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;that when there is no more room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;So we aren't heavy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;we are enormously cultured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;educated and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;¨Good grief, look     how smart I am!¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a fantastic day, all you other wonderfully smart women (and men) out there!&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/5846433045158779875-1528023166451716871?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1528023166451716871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-how-smart-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1528023166451716871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1528023166451716871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-how-smart-i-am.html' title='Look how smart I am!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-719281452979948427</id><published>2010-01-22T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:07:49.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Ali!</title><content type='html'>We went to see Aladdin at Aunt Judith's school last night. It was a great performance made especially for children. Aunt Judith had the lead as Jasmine, so everyone got hear Maddie yell "Aunt Judith, Aunt Judith!" every 4 minutes when she came on stage. And of course "monkey! monkey! ooo! ooo! aaah! aaah!" when Abu got on stage.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn loved the music and large parade scenes, then during the non-musical scenes we had to sneak out and get cookies from Grandma (who was volunteering at the concession stand.) She is starting to learn to whisper.....well, in that loud half whisper voice toddlers use..... So sorry to the cast and crew of the performance and all the audience who heard her 'whisper' loudly "mommy! Where are you going mommy!" when I tried to sneak fussy Annie out to Grandma (don't worry, I wasn't abandoning my child- Grandpa was with her.) Overall, very fun time- North Garland always does a good job with their plays......and are very forgiving of young children attendees.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have to add: it was so funny (I know, I'm so mean to laugh at my child), at the end of the play all the performers come out for everyone to meet them.&amp;nbsp; The blue genie came up to talk to Madelynn and the sheer look of terror that crossed her face was absolutely priceless.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure all her conversations to her therapist later in life will center around some large blue being, and how her mean old Mother encouraged her to meet him- bwahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-719281452979948427?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/719281452979948427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/prince-ali.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/719281452979948427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/719281452979948427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/prince-ali.html' title='Prince Ali!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5152043461209838490</id><published>2010-01-19T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:07:36.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Children's Books</title><content type='html'>Maddie, Annie, and I went to the library for storytime today.&amp;nbsp; Madelynn had so much fun singing and dancing with the other kids! I know, I know- "but you said storytime?!?"&amp;nbsp; They read the story about the itsy, bitsy spider; then sang the song with the movements. Same with I'm a little teapot, etc.....you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; Annie had alot of fun too- she jumped and jumped on my lap while everyone was singing and dancing. I'm so glad Madelynn loves to read! I think that is so very important!&amp;nbsp; Here are some of my favorite books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is quite the tear-jerker. Especially if you have a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;By: Alison McGhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YIvv8eJjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/foJP4iHYK54/s1600-h/51ZARDXBHJL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YIvv8eJjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/foJP4iHYK54/s320/51ZARDXBHJL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a Dad talking to his Daughter about how he and God will always be there and love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS, I'm a huge Max Lucado fan and love that he has wonderful adult and children books and movies and even CDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just In Case You Ever Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By: Max Lucado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YJcuhzYYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/c3OaZbDLAfs/s1600-h/51NWutEQfZL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YJcuhzYYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/c3OaZbDLAfs/s200/51NWutEQfZL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Madelynn loves this book (both before Annie was born, and even more now.) It's a really large board book, so the pictures are large and she can turn the pages easily.&amp;nbsp; It's really good about helping explain how things will be different with a new baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a Big Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By: Joanna Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YKjwCk6XI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9IXyWgJQHcs/s1600-h/513EAWTKGXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YKjwCk6XI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9IXyWgJQHcs/s320/513EAWTKGXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the 4 board books she always goes for at bedtime (and I like because they are short) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YNb8JPK_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IVHRmmcxd8w/s1600-h/51FuwJ9dZGL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YNb8JPK_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IVHRmmcxd8w/s200/51FuwJ9dZGL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YNpB9WL6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/TL2uCrzStjM/s1600-h/61Pt9efKSaL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YNpB9WL6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/TL2uCrzStjM/s320/61Pt9efKSaL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo, Baa, La La La!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YN3gQe7lI/AAAAAAAAA0A/trzBzIrzhqA/s1600-h/51IGe-b51jL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YN3gQe7lI/AAAAAAAAA0A/trzBzIrzhqA/s200/51IGe-b51jL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YOEK0ezPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/oHljQ5j3Nt0/s1600-h/513039ES6FL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YOEK0ezPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/oHljQ5j3Nt0/s200/513039ES6FL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And these touchable counting books&lt;br /&gt;By: Piggy Toes Press &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YO46rK1nI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Pw_Ni0Qridw/s1600-h/51-7RuZdHVL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YO46rK1nI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Pw_Ni0Qridw/s200/51-7RuZdHVL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share more books with her as she gets older (and can read larger books.) There are so many good ones out there.....don't get me started on how much I love Anne of Green Gables, Louisa May Alcott, and Janette Oke books!&lt;br /&gt;And of course I can't forget the adventures of Amelia Bedelia and Pippi Longstocking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you favorite books/authors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5152043461209838490?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5152043461209838490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/favorite-childrens-books.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5152043461209838490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5152043461209838490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/favorite-childrens-books.html' title='Favorite Children&apos;s Books'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S1YIvv8eJjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/foJP4iHYK54/s72-c/51ZARDXBHJL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2647590732464095699</id><published>2010-01-15T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:30:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that!?!?</title><content type='html'>I just looked down at my shirt and found a really weird spot of something on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what could THAT be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is it food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me smell it......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think it's poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me taste it..........no, better not just in case....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"should I change my shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the new one will just get something on it too......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but what if someone comes over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who would come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll change right before Jake gets home.........if I remember......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* such intellectual conversations I have these days......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2647590732464095699?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2647590732464095699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2647590732464095699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2647590732464095699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-that.html' title='What is that!?!?'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-3819726849780488019</id><published>2010-01-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:13:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandwich</title><content type='html'>They say if you sandwich something bad in between 2 good things it won't be as bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn is riding her tricycle very well, and is even steering!&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle is very constipated and impacted.&lt;br /&gt;Jake brought me home some sushi, and is now baking me cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, my heart still breaks for poor Annie.&amp;nbsp; She just cries and grunts, and cries some more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give her some of my cookie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&amp;nbsp; I found my dream life: www.thepioneerwoman.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll go there now, just close my eyes and presto- Jake, Maddie, Annie, and I are on a ranch riding horses and all that other fun farmey stuff......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-3819726849780488019?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3819726849780488019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/sandwich.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3819726849780488019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/3819726849780488019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/sandwich.html' title='The Sandwich'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-754301888173285810</id><published>2010-01-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:45:14.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to all my preggo mommies!</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of books I always try to recommend to all my pregnant mommies.&amp;nbsp; I have read and re-read them with each kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; If you're trying to conceive, or trying NOT to conceive (especially in that funny in-between time right after delivery); this book is wonderful in teaching how to effectively do so without using any medical contraceptives.&lt;br /&gt;Taking Charge of Your Fertility&lt;br /&gt;By Toni Weschler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c-6AyrApI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/k7KzY7W5Ddg/s1600-h/81906.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c-6AyrApI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/k7KzY7W5Ddg/s200/81906.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This book is great in answering all your questions about being pregnant, what to expect at each doctors visit, what new baby developments are happening, etc....&lt;br /&gt;What to expect when you're expecting&lt;br /&gt;By Heidi Murkoff&lt;br /&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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c_LeYxfOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/f8nVSpifSHo/s1600-h/148574.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c_LeYxfOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/f8nVSpifSHo/s200/148574.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This next one is great in teaching how to teach your baby to fall asleep, and stay asleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; Now, I just followed the general ideas this book presented rather than following it exactly.&amp;nbsp; It was really good in teaching about setting schedules so I could get out of the house some. Also about why there is a 45 minute intruder with naps....&lt;br /&gt;Babywise&lt;br /&gt;By Gary Ezzo and Robert Bucknam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c_-UKrXVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tEcCvvwjsDc/s1600-h/2135213TZBL._SL500_AA180_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c_-UKrXVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tEcCvvwjsDc/s200/2135213TZBL._SL500_AA180_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The BEST baby name book I've ever been able to find.&amp;nbsp; It shows the trend of each name through the years. Any possible nickname the name could develop, also a 'if you like this name, then you might like these names as well....' section. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Name Wizard&lt;br /&gt;By Laura Wattenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dAYXpKVKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sdXIsEpu1OQ/s1600-h/11JY82B5ZYL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dAYXpKVKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sdXIsEpu1OQ/s200/11JY82B5ZYL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My husband and brother in law&amp;nbsp; agree that this is a good book for Dads.&lt;br /&gt;The Expectant Father&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;By Armin Brott and Jennifer Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dApMIGiRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/X0IfH_mqGFo/s1600-h/51V34WCKAiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dApMIGiRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/X0IfH_mqGFo/s200/51V34WCKAiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This gets you started on the basics and is good for reading before you deliver.The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding&lt;br /&gt;By La Leche League &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/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBMdBv3qI/AAAAAAAAAzA/KMnThWQLttc/s1600-h/415A1N6HP0L._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBMdBv3qI/AAAAAAAAAzA/KMnThWQLttc/s200/415A1N6HP0L._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This book is great for problem solving after you deliver and have started breastfeeding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Nursing Mother's companion&lt;br /&gt;By Kathleen Huggins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBXsgQzfI/AAAAAAAAAzI/VVakWvav0ws/s1600-h/51J75YJ3SFL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBXsgQzfI/AAAAAAAAAzI/VVakWvav0ws/s200/51J75YJ3SFL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. An excellent Christian book on helping Fathers raise a confident daughter:&lt;br /&gt;She Calls Me Daddy&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Wolgemuth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c-YYAGZPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WEpGdSIU0wQ/s1600-h/96522.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c-YYAGZPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WEpGdSIU0wQ/s320/96522.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; There are actually many good books on baby signing- I have 3 and highly recommend any of them. Perhaps the most extensive one, if I had to choose is:&lt;br /&gt;Baby Signing 123&lt;br /&gt;By Nancy Cadjan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBoFivjaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PIXWspucBpM/s1600-h/51JoQ1qs9rL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0dBoFivjaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PIXWspucBpM/s320/51JoQ1qs9rL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these books will be able to help you as much as they have helped me.&lt;br /&gt;Any more books anyone would like to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-754301888173285810?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/754301888173285810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/congratulations-to-all-my-preggo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/754301888173285810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/754301888173285810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/congratulations-to-all-my-preggo.html' title='Congratulations to all my preggo mommies!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0c-6AyrApI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/k7KzY7W5Ddg/s72-c/81906.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4395837578600017262</id><published>2010-01-07T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:01:15.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Lessons</title><content type='html'>My goal was to come up with 5 things I've learned while parenting a toddler.&amp;nbsp; While I walked around getting the girls ready this morning I just kept adding to my list more and more things I've learned.&amp;nbsp; Some may be able to commiserate with me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned while Parenting a Todder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a button on your butt, that when you sit down it alerts your child that they need something.&lt;br /&gt;2. We spend the first part of our child's life getting them to walk and talk, then the 2nd part of life telling them to sit down and shut up. (I actually heard this one somewhere....)&lt;br /&gt;3. On picture day they will inevitably get their face marred in some way.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have a busy day planned, your toddler will refuse to take a nap and cry the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you ever decide to have more kids, then your toddler will suddenly decide to start waking up in the middle of the night.....and sleep in your bed.....&lt;br /&gt;6. Just when your child falls asleep for naptime, the garbage man will come.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why can't toddlers learn to put their clothes ON, before they learn to take them OFF?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do kids hate greenbeans, but will eat dirt in an instant?&lt;br /&gt;9. Kids never pat their heads unless eating spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;10. Forget toys, electrical outlets are much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;11. Children will play happily by themselves unless you have to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your childs favorite stuffed animal will soon become the dogs favorite as well.&lt;br /&gt;13. No matter how hard you try to hide, if you sneak a piece of candy they will find you and demand a piece as well.&lt;br /&gt;14. Jetta is never in the right, and Emily Elizabeth is not 30 (despite the way she talks.)&lt;br /&gt;15. Whoever did the research on breastfeeding and not drinking coffee is in the insane asylum somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;16. Elmo......what can I say.....God bless Elmo.&amp;nbsp; If only I could have thought of it first.&lt;br /&gt;17. 2 year olds never tire of peanut butter sandwiches, though mommy doesn't care if she never saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;18. Mommy-ism is a second language: potty, boo-boo, tee-tee, etc....&lt;br /&gt;19. You always run out of diapers on the coldest, rainiest day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;20. All you have to do is stock up on bannanas for your child to decide she doesn't like them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;21. The higher you place things, the more dangerous the antics become to reach them.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you see your child running around naked, look first for the dog.&amp;nbsp; He will always find the diaper before you do.&lt;br /&gt;23. I am the human hanky. Maddie even wipes her dolls nose on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;24. Bragging about your child will only force them to forget how to do whatever said accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;25. As soon as you get them dressed in 50 layers to go outside, the sun will suddenly come out and the weather will warm to 80 degrees. (This may only apply to crazy Texas weather.)&lt;br /&gt;26. No matter how often you change the diaper pail, spray it with flower scented, anti-bacterial, anti-odorous, spice and fruit infused air freshener.......it will still stink.&lt;br /&gt;27. The dog will always be faster at picking up after your toddler than you are......especially if it's her toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any more lessons to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4395837578600017262?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4395837578600017262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/toddler-lessons.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4395837578600017262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4395837578600017262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/toddler-lessons.html' title='Toddler Lessons'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7958862437533359167</id><published>2010-01-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:02:22.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha...?  More snow?</title><content type='html'>Texas got MORE snow???  Might as well enjoy all the snow we're getting while we can, we might not see any next year.....  This cold weather thing is so weird in Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0NwLMA1ApI/AAAAAAAAAx4/JqCOMVzkNzo/s1600-h/Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0NwLMA1ApI/AAAAAAAAAx4/JqCOMVzkNzo/s320/Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423301713789780626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7958862437533359167?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7958862437533359167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/wha-more-snow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7958862437533359167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7958862437533359167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/wha-more-snow.html' title='Wha...?  More snow?'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0NwLMA1ApI/AAAAAAAAAx4/JqCOMVzkNzo/s72-c/Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2752752706808470263</id><published>2010-01-05T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:50:00.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>For New Years Eve (NYE), we had Jake's brothers over for dinner and games.  Haha- that statement is just alittle misleading.  It was more like THEY cooked US dinner and played A game.  We got a great dinner of steak and potatoes with wonderful homemade poppers and then the boys played Axis and Allies into the night; while Kathryn (Scott's girlfriend) and I got to catch up.  Dinner and Entertainment for free- my kind of night!  I think we have a new NYE tradition. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0Ns4a7KpWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kMxtw6C8kXY/s1600-h/NYE+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0Ns4a7KpWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kMxtw6C8kXY/s320/NYE+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423298092840166754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and Leo taught Madelynn how to play Halo 3 on the Xbox.  She had alot of fun with her cousins! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0Ns35pl8kI/AAAAAAAAAxo/b0WrlMsOcuI/s1600-h/NYE+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0Ns35pl8kI/AAAAAAAAAxo/b0WrlMsOcuI/s320/NYE+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423298083908088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day, we had a relaxing day at home as a family- watching movies and loading up on black eyed peas and ham.  Wonderful!  A great way to start 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2752752706808470263?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2752752706808470263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2752752706808470263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2752752706808470263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/S0Ns4a7KpWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kMxtw6C8kXY/s72-c/NYE+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4263209398118225609</id><published>2009-12-31T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:30:20.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Frog, Leap Frog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Szyzne1KKcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XibHbngTmds/s1600-h/31X3VKGdx9L._SL500_AA150_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Szyzne1KKcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XibHbngTmds/s320/31X3VKGdx9L._SL500_AA150_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421405542319532482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madelynn has completely surprised me.  I got her a leap frog alphabet set for the fridge for Christmas.  She loves it and has already memorized all the letters of the alphabet and what sound they make (and a word that starts with that letter.)  I also contribute this to the leapfrog movie The Letter Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzyzXj4LxsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/FNrchmSM_tQ/s1600-h/51ugbXMr95L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzyzXj4LxsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/FNrchmSM_tQ/s320/51ugbXMr95L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421405268796491458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves that movie, I think the fridge set just reinforced the basic principles.  My baby will be reading before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't tell, I'm becoming a huge fan of Leapfrog.  Madelynn loves their products, and they are very educational.  She got the Tag Junior system for her birthday (thank you Grandma Dollar) and can't get enough of it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Szy0hwSYrHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1Ns5TVzZ3NY/s1600-h/tag_jr_.Par.44121.Image.350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Szy0hwSYrHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1Ns5TVzZ3NY/s320/tag_jr_.Par.44121.Image.350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421406543437933682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I write this she's yelling "leapfrog, leapfrog!" Technology has reknewed my faith in the education of our children once again.......for now......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4263209398118225609?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4263209398118225609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/leap-frog-leap-frog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4263209398118225609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4263209398118225609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/leap-frog-leap-frog.html' title='Leap Frog, Leap Frog!'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Szyzne1KKcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XibHbngTmds/s72-c/31X3VKGdx9L._SL500_AA150_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-7931808449448415273</id><published>2009-12-27T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:28:51.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Week</title><content type='html'>Getting both children to look at the camara was not a Christmas miracle I was going to recieve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdXEjF6vRI/AAAAAAAAAww/JpRVHlI2W7s/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdXEjF6vRI/AAAAAAAAAww/JpRVHlI2W7s/s320/Christmas+Day+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419896412214836498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had quite the busy Christmas week! On Tuesday, my work held its Christmas party.  It was potluck- and all the food was yum yum yum!  Maddie and I stuffed ourselves, and Annie let my friend Grace hold her.  She would not let anyone else hold her though....  On Wednesday we went over to Jake's family to see everyone who made it to town.  It is the first time in a long time that everyone was able to make it in for Christmas (including all the cousins!) Then on Thursday, Christmas Eve, we went to Lila and Zella's 2nd birthday party.  Madelynn loved singing the birthday song, and she got to make an ornament there and play with lots of new toys! Afterwards, we went over to Grandma and Grandpa Dollar's for a wonderful dinner and to open presents.  While we were at the birthday party it started to snow!  It didn't stick on the ground at first, so when I tried to show Maddie she didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;"Look Madelynn! It's snowing!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, just rain"&lt;br /&gt;"No really, it's snowing!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, rain."&lt;br /&gt;At the grandparents house it started to stick to the ground, so she believed me then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWGwXfQnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/klB99xiylrY/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWGwXfQnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/klB99xiylrY/s320/Christmas+Day+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419895350626304626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really surprised me how excited Annie got when she saw a present! She really worked at trying to open it too! Upcoming Christmas's are going to be soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning (I still can't believe I lived to see a white Christmas in Texas), Madelynn came into the living room and just stared at the tree for a while.....like she was in disbelief about what she saw. Then she suddenly ran toward the tricycle "bike, bike!" climbed on and it's been her favorite toy since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWHPQWezI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/MC6YDmuJyZ8/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWHPQWezI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/MC6YDmuJyZ8/s320/Christmas+Day+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419895358917868338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the presents were opened, Jake took Madelynn outside to play in the snow.  Annie got a picture with her first snow too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWHkeIsNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1iDxVmu68dU/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWHkeIsNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1iDxVmu68dU/s320/Christmas+Day+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419895364612829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Jake was outside another Dad and his daughter let them use thier sleds to go sliding down the golf course hills.  Madelynn had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWID41eLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Ev7_Wdq6CEY/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWID41eLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Ev7_Wdq6CEY/s320/Christmas+Day+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419895373046315186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lots of sleding, we went to Grandma and Grandpa Wells's house for a wonderful dinner and gifts.  We took the rare opportunity to get some pictures done of everyone. And a cute one of the cousins.  This is the un-touched versions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdXE39iA6I/AAAAAAAAAw4/1Z34z9SAJ6Q/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdXE39iA6I/AAAAAAAAAw4/1Z34z9SAJ6Q/s320/Christmas+Day+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419896417816806306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWH8xny-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/jiIKsBTTb7k/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdWH8xny-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/jiIKsBTTb7k/s320/Christmas+Day+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419895371137010658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're getting quite the crowd going.  It'll be fun to see how everyone's changed in a few years (if we're ever able to get another one done again) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, overall a great Christmas!  Another one for the books!  Despite all the fun, I think it's time we start our own Christmas traditions at home.  It seems like we spend more time running around on a schedule and driving, than actually enjoying a relaxing day with the kids.  Staying at home and enjoying our children and our time as a family on Christmas Day and Christmas Eve is how our future holidays will be spent from now on.  If working in oncology has taught me anything, it is that you can never turn back time. You only get one chance to enjoy and make good memories with your family.  Nobody ever says 'I wish I had spent less time with my children'  it's always 'I wish I had not let anything stand in the way of quality time with my kids'.  I intend to take that to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-7931808449448415273?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7931808449448415273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7931808449448415273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/7931808449448415273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-week.html' title='Christmas Week'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzdXEjF6vRI/AAAAAAAAAww/JpRVHlI2W7s/s72-c/Christmas+Day+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8128546678992446624</id><published>2009-12-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:10:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmntMea5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/WiCmpJXp9VA/s1600-h/Christmas3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmntMea5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/WiCmpJXp9VA/s320/Christmas3+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418154290292091794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I talk so much about Madelynn, I think it's OK if this post is all about Annabelle. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had her 6 month appt. Monday (wow- 6months!)  She is definately getting some stranger anxiety already.  Whenever anyone talked to her she started crying and stopped as soon as I picked her up..... Funny how she is getting more shy as Maddie is getting more friendly.....  she is in the 75% in height, and the 43% in weight (I see a trend starting with Jake and I's children.)  Her head is still very lumpy.  While it is still growing appropriately, the doctor wants another opinion from a specialist just so she can rest easily.  I'm personally not worried, but if it will set the matter to rest then I guess we'll go in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started Annabelle on cereal Monday as well.  She ended up really liking it!  Hopefully, she won't be as picky with food as Maddie was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmoPqVCPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/4eNi7TV3NUQ/s1600-h/Christmas3+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmoPqVCPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/4eNi7TV3NUQ/s320/Christmas3+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418154299544111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmn-ydO5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/IFhNYgjixHw/s1600-h/Christmas3+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmn-ydO5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/IFhNYgjixHw/s320/Christmas3+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418154295014800274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found it was definately easier starting on solids at 6months rather than at 4months.  All my kids are going wait till 6months from now on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle is getting such the little mohawk going- but I LOVE it!  It's a part of her...... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-8128546678992446624?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8128546678992446624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-annie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8128546678992446624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8128546678992446624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-annie.html' title='All About Annie'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEmntMea5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/WiCmpJXp9VA/s72-c/Christmas3+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2007246810634293823</id><published>2009-12-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:57:27.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEia4tD5yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m5ZcIYwujmk/s1600-h/Christmas3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEia4tD5yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m5ZcIYwujmk/s320/Christmas3+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418149671996745506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went to the Heard Museum Trail of Lights.  It's this hiking trail you can take where all the trees are covered in lights.  Then, a hay ride back to the beginning where there is hot chocolate, a choir singing and an orchestra playing.  Unfortunately, the museum was not expecting such a great turn out.  We got through about 1/4 of the trail before it was so congested we had to turn back. So we got some popcorn and water (hot chocolate had run out about in about 45 mins) and listened to the choir and orchestra.  Much to my surprise, that was Madelynn's favorite thing!  She kept clapping and saying "more, more!" after each song.  I thought she would be bored and trying to run around, but she sat really still, listening very closely.  Finally, Jake and I got really cold and had to go.  When asked what she liked best about the trail of lights, she said "singing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEibhufdoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/QZGlbShYgg8/s1600-h/Christmas3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEibhufdoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/QZGlbShYgg8/s320/Christmas3+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418149683008599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie did really well too- she just slept the whole time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEibMmeKII/AAAAAAAAAvg/GQAsYCXz3Tw/s1600-h/Christmas3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEibMmeKII/AAAAAAAAAvg/GQAsYCXz3Tw/s320/Christmas3+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418149677337815170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, my fuzzy hat looks really ridiculous.  However, it is really really warm! I'm such a Mom now- lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2007246810634293823?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2007246810634293823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2007246810634293823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2007246810634293823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SzEia4tD5yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m5ZcIYwujmk/s72-c/Christmas3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-8574853541321903305</id><published>2009-12-16T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:28:04.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>This is an old video of Madelynn I found.  I think she's about 14 or 15 months old here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-125e51d9aebedc70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125e51d9aebedc70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB165B6AA570BD5E088091663FF3942C1A8272A.A61662F59F0EDFEA580D9E22A0BDF052DAC363A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125e51d9aebedc70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzyopIUCItezht0-SaYsdBNHfwEc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125e51d9aebedc70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB165B6AA570BD5E088091663FF3942C1A8272A.A61662F59F0EDFEA580D9E22A0BDF052DAC363A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125e51d9aebedc70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzyopIUCItezht0-SaYsdBNHfwEc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a newer video of Madelynn, she LOVES to sing now.  Of course, her favorite song is still Old MacDonald had a Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42f2b9c79d2aa275" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42f2b9c79d2aa275%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F08826F2D35890900204990534955E31A0279F1.37A2FC5AC7C18726AE78E5C931A3022B3BFF01D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42f2b9c79d2aa275%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da5BIiEW6f0nro0Agp9w54rS_5_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42f2b9c79d2aa275%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F08826F2D35890900204990534955E31A0279F1.37A2FC5AC7C18726AE78E5C931A3022B3BFF01D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42f2b9c79d2aa275%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da5BIiEW6f0nro0Agp9w54rS_5_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this all the time, and I'll probably say a few billion more times; but time sure does fly by.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-8574853541321903305?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8574853541321903305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8574853541321903305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/8574853541321903305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-5047347537654977597</id><published>2009-12-15T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:33:01.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooce.com</title><content type='html'>I love reading Dooce.  I forget which friend turned me on to her, but thank you thank you thank you!  I find her hilarious, and it makes my day reading her blog.  Here is really good gift ideas for infants.  I think we'll get Annabelle an old remote too!  My favorite gift ideas are the Chia Hat and the Cranky Pants- lol!&lt;br /&gt;http://dooce.com/2009/12/14/holiday-infants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-5047347537654977597?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5047347537654977597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/doocecom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5047347537654977597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/5047347537654977597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/doocecom.html' title='Dooce.com'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-4959533838995746465</id><published>2009-12-15T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:25:49.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOWGhJcWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ze8vo6wTi9c/s1600-h/Christmas2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOWGhJcWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ze8vo6wTi9c/s320/Christmas2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415664693526753634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got them in matching outfits! They are SO going to hate me growing up. Just wait until I can start to match with them- bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOWdkO5oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/04WJ6hFeWj0/s1600-h/Christmas2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOWdkO5oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/04WJ6hFeWj0/s320/Christmas2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415664699713709698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we finally put up the tree and decorated it.  I thought this year we could decorate the whole tree, but after Madelynn took all the ornaments off and brought them to me without a hook (to put back on again) for the bajillion-th time; the tree once again is only decorated on the top half.  I still can't find where all the hooks went.....  She really likes all the lights and had a really fun time making her own ornament to hang on the tree.  I love that I can do crafty Christmas things with her this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhO5LQRJDI/AAAAAAAAAus/41xCNCoOq5c/s1600-h/Christmas2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhO5LQRJDI/AAAAAAAAAus/41xCNCoOq5c/s320/Christmas2+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415665296093553714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decorated cookies too.  At first she didn't want to eat the cookies after decorating them, but the next day she was ready to eat them.....for breakfast (I guess she had been dreaming about them-lol!)  Jake and I have been trying our hand at homemade candy.  Nothing exceptional yet, but we're having fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOW7z5zkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jLmeM-soIgQ/s1600-h/Christmas2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOW7z5zkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jLmeM-soIgQ/s320/Christmas2+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415664707832499778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annabelle gets her first ponytail! Probably won't have one too often-haha! She is rolling and skooching to anywhere she wants to go now.  Madelynn is having more fun interacting with her too. She'll hand Annie toys and Annie grabs them and just grins at Maddie.  They are going to have so much fun growing up together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-4959533838995746465?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/4959533838995746465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/homemade-christmas-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4959533838995746465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/4959533838995746465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/homemade-christmas-fun.html' title='Homemade Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SyhOWGhJcWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ze8vo6wTi9c/s72-c/Christmas2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-1341628911557151207</id><published>2009-12-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:56:12.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got winter on my head, but eternal spring in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohTqdTcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OGXEGIl9Dqc/s1600-h/Christmas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohTqdTcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OGXEGIl9Dqc/s320/Christmas+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412597248592530882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a BLAST with all our Christmas activities! I've got something planned every Friday until Christmas.  Next year, I'm DEFINITELY doing an advent calendar with activities every day until Christmas.....but that's for when Maddie's just a little bit older (and can put together a gingerbread house with me.)  On Thursday, Stonebridge Ranch had their annual Christmas fun.  They had a petting zoo, carriage rides, hot chocolate/apple cider, and stuff for older kids..... ;P  It was really, really cold- about 34 degrees; so it was a good thing we could get in, have fun, and get out without too much fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ogl_jxsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wBte9v2Vhr4/s1600-h/Christmas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ogl_jxsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wBte9v2Vhr4/s320/Christmas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412597236333004482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohuNpK3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NrN3cAbN0VM/s1600-h/Christmas+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohuNpK3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NrN3cAbN0VM/s320/Christmas+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412597255719431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohBTRPaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SrCEZcrS7BY/s1600-h/Christmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohBTRPaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SrCEZcrS7BY/s320/Christmas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412597243663433122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went to Aunt Judith's play (with North Garland High School.)  It was a production of The Christmas Carol.  They did a really good job! Madelynn was enthralled with it for about an hour, then started losing interest. The last 30mins she was really restless- but I think she was really tired too (it didn't end until 9:30pm.)  As she gets older, she'll be able to sit for longer periods.  She really enjoyed seeing Aunt Judith and the other characters all dressed up.  I can't wait to take her to see The Nutcracker, or other great Christmas shows as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1og-mxyFI/AAAAAAAAAts/_7lYiyn31qE/s1600-h/Christmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1og-mxyFI/AAAAAAAAAts/_7lYiyn31qE/s320/Christmas+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412597242939951186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madelynn is completely well, with just a cough every once in awhile. Annie is still very congested.  I'm so glad Jake hasn't caught anything.......yet.... ;P  I hope all of ya'll are able to stay healthy for the holidays!  Hopefully, we'll be well enough to go to see a live nativity this Friday at a fun Christmas festival :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-1341628911557151207?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1341628911557151207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-got-winter-on-my-head-but-eternal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1341628911557151207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/1341628911557151207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-got-winter-on-my-head-but-eternal.html' title='I&apos;ve got winter on my head, but eternal spring in my heart'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sx1ohTqdTcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OGXEGIl9Dqc/s72-c/Christmas+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-2482037906208199580</id><published>2009-12-03T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:41:30.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwCvQZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAss/Q_AGBxTQHuM/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwCvQZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAss/Q_AGBxTQHuM/s320/Thanksgiving+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057407144622722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this pic. so funny! I was wanting to get them in their cute footie PJs.  Both girls had just woke up and are like "A picture now, Mom! You've GOT to be kidding me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwCT7AqxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ijt41-hum-E/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwCT7AqxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ijt41-hum-E/s320/Thanksgiving+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057399807126290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving went really well! Everyone got a cup, plate, wine glass, silverware, and most importantly a chair. We ended up having 13 adults and 4 children (Annie being counted, but stayed in her swing during dinner.) Noah- no excuses next year!  ;P There was loads of good food and a great smorgasbord of sides to go with the turkey and ham.  There were yummy deserts galore!  Jake and I are still working through the leftovers (though we've put a good dent in them) and still aren't tired of eating!  I already can't wait for next year! I've taken notes to make next year even better! (including a seating chart-lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwDioFhKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GZTztI6uOE8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwDioFhKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GZTztI6uOE8/s320/Thanksgiving+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057420934153378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love those mid-eating pictures! BWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwDEO276I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ubiBocBpfjI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwDEO276I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ubiBocBpfjI/s320/Thanksgiving+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057412775276450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought crafts for all the kids.  Madelynn is still running around the house in her Indian Headband (that girl loves her hats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwD2BEgNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KXgYbLtSfR8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwD2BEgNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KXgYbLtSfR8/s320/Thanksgiving+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057426139218130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Madelynn and her cousin Coralie.  They are only 5 days apart in birth.  Aunt Jessie and I have GREAT taste in clothes ;P  I LOVE that Maddie will always have a close playmate and friend as she grows up.  Hopefully, Coralie won't pick up her bad habits (like biting her nails) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwRiEasUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-O3_bkgnXSo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwRiEasUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-O3_bkgnXSo/s320/Thanksgiving+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057661302714690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went to the Mckinney 'Dickens of a Christmas' that they hold every year. Of course the carousel was a big hit with Madelynn.  Annie LOVED looking at all the lights and smiled every time Madelynn screamed about seeing Frosty the Snowman going around in the little train.  Madelynn was very good looking around the petting zoo and SPCA exhibit while drinking her hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sxf08I72mCI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rzrXe0zObCo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/Sxf08I72mCI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rzrXe0zObCo/s320/Thanksgiving+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062791336794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love seeing the sparkle in a child's eye when they are experiencing Christmas festivities to the fullest ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls are sick right now (with Mommy picking up the bug too.) Madelynn has her first ear infection. She seems to be doing better since we've gotten some medicine into her.  Poor Annie has to tough it out though since decongestants are too strong for her.  Annabelle is so sweet though- she is the first baby I know who smiles and laughes while I suction out her nose.  I really hope they will be better for tonight and tomorrow.  We have plans to go to the Stonebridge Ranch Christmas festival and then Friday is Aunt Judith's play. Guess we'll have to play it by ear....  (a little pun intended ;P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-2482037906208199580?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2482037906208199580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2482037906208199580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/2482037906208199580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZgogJqUG8A/SxfwCvQZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAss/Q_AGBxTQHuM/s72-c/Thanksgiving+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846433045158779875.post-9118517529509097273</id><published>2009-11-24T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:55:25.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Milestones</title><content type='html'>Annie rolled from back to tummy yesterday!  She just did it one time, but hopefully now she'll start to do it more.  Up next: crawling! Yikes- I don't know if I'm ready for that yet..... She getting so big, so fast!&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn put on her own PJ's Sunday. The shirt, pants, and socks all by herself! The shirt and pants were backwards, but that's OK!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a fun and careful Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846433045158779875-9118517529509097273?l=everythingwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/feeds/9118517529509097273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-milestones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9118517529509097273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846433045158779875/posts/default/9118517529509097273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingwells.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-milestones.html' title='New Milestones'/><author><name>Corrie Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422957041599983441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvWJ78RSjfg/Te_M97TpjsI/AAAAAAAABes/31D-JSAeKms/s220/snow%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
