<?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-6373170637144963461</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:40:40.087-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Life in America'/><category term='Kid Perspective'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='occasional deep thoughts'/><category term='Culture Collision'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Life in Bosnia'/><category term='Book Picks'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='From the Soap Box'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='funny moments'/><category term='reader interaction'/><category term='Thought of the day'/><title type='text'>Don't Miss a Minute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-9078197307112530956</id><published>2009-03-17T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:56:29.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code...Book Review</title><content type='html'>A new addition to my blog...book reviews as I finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code is brilliantly written with an amazing understanding of art and European history.  With the aid of a fast-paced story line and an air of superior enlightenment, the author generously sews poisonous seeds of doubt regarding the beliefs and history of the Christian faith.  I'm not sure what disturbs me more, his clever way of weaving lies into the tapestry of Christianity or his carefully crafted word pallet that attempts to paint dark things as light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-9078197307112530956?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/9078197307112530956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=9078197307112530956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/9078197307112530956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/9078197307112530956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-vinci-codebook-review.html' title='The Da Vinci Code...Book Review'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6175327908406447849</id><published>2009-03-10T12:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:44:11.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Perspective Make Over</title><content type='html'>Like most teenagers, I always tried to help my mom dress "cooler".  My sister and I were always ready with some fashion advice in those years.  Recently, I'm amused at the changing tide.  In the last years finances have been tight and I find myself gratefully receiving "mom-me-downs".  The humor of this is not lost on me! I guess either my mom is way "cooler" than my teenage mind thought or fashion is just not as important to me as it used to be.  Maybe both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6175327908406447849?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6175327908406447849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6175327908406447849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6175327908406447849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6175327908406447849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/perspective-make-over.html' title='Perspective Make Over'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-5102549752779416507</id><published>2009-02-14T08:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:42:19.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>How Tall Are You?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my 4 year old stood right next to me and looked up into my face.  Puzzled, he asked me, "Mommy, are you just a little bit taller than God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I stopped laughing, I was remind how important my role is in his understanding of God's character.  He needs to see unconditional love, a blend of mercy and justice, and a patient teacher.  Help me today Lord, to grow a taller character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-5102549752779416507?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5102549752779416507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=5102549752779416507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5102549752779416507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5102549752779416507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-tall-are-you.html' title='How Tall Are You?'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6021111442717414463</id><published>2009-02-02T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:01:22.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SYeUcsNh_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wMFFrWFyOU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298366707249839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SYeUcsNh_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wMFFrWFyOU/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how kids see the world, especially on Groundhog Day. I briefly explained to the kids this morning with breakfast about Groundhog Day.  When I picked up our daughter from Kindergarten the excitement had built.  She exclaimed, "Mom, do you know it's a holiday today?!" She was sure there wouldn't be any mail because "the postoffice doesn't work on holidays."  Then it occured to her, "We need to have a party and make special food!"  This really humored me.  (What foods are traditional for Groundhog Day!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn't humorous enough, later in the afternoon I picked up our son from school.  Typical post-school chatter.  I asked him, "Did you talk about Groundhog Day?"  He matter-of-factly replied, "Yeah...I know all about it.  The groundhog saw his shadow...and now there's gonna be 6 more weeks of &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;."  Good luck buddie...try 16 more weeks of school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6021111442717414463?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6021111442717414463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6021111442717414463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6021111442717414463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6021111442717414463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SYeUcsNh_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wMFFrWFyOU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1265712852147422899</id><published>2009-01-30T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:13:32.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought of the day'/><title type='text'>Don't Miss This</title><content type='html'>You have got to hear this clip from you tube! Click. Listen. Contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjo85WhbYqM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjo85WhbYqM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1265712852147422899?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1265712852147422899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1265712852147422899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1265712852147422899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1265712852147422899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-miss-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss This'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2604363512957073666</id><published>2009-01-25T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:32:26.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Seriously!?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the couch checking my email when I hear my 4 year old calling, "Mommy, I need you!!!"  I run upstairs to see what is going on only to find him in the bathroom laying on the floor with his bottom up in the air.  GROSS!  He says, "I need you to wipe me."  To which I reply, "What? When are you going to be able to wipe YOURSELF?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He matter of factly says, "When I'm 18...."  Oh, the joys of parenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2604363512957073666?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2604363512957073666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2604363512957073666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2604363512957073666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2604363512957073666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously!?'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-5228456105949416350</id><published>2009-01-14T20:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:57:10.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Picks'/><title type='text'>And the Book Pick Is...</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't get much feed back on book ideas for 2009...so I did some looking on my own.  Tonight I will start reading the classic by Henri Nouwen; "The Way of the Heart".  I have a good friend who calls him her favorite Dead Mentor. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-5228456105949416350?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5228456105949416350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=5228456105949416350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5228456105949416350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5228456105949416350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-book-pick-is.html' title='And the Book Pick Is...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-4430421933542508089</id><published>2009-01-04T20:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:54:00.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reader interaction'/><title type='text'>What to Read...</title><content type='html'>I need some help deciding what books to read in 2009.  I would love some suggestions from those who read my blog; that is of course if anyone really does read it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-4430421933542508089?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4430421933542508089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=4430421933542508089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4430421933542508089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4430421933542508089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-read.html' title='What to Read...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7168062771636782964</id><published>2009-01-02T09:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:27:45.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SV4_0VI6DMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UEL0fCMkLeY/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286733180839791810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SV4_0VI6DMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UEL0fCMkLeY/s400/Forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" 'I said to the man who stood at the Gate of the Year,&lt;br /&gt;'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'&lt;br /&gt;And he replied, 'Go out into the darkness, and put your hand into the Hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;That shall be to you better than light, and safer than a known way.' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George VI, 1939 Christmas Broadcast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;winding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-7168062771636782964?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7168062771636782964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7168062771636782964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7168062771636782964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7168062771636782964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SV4_0VI6DMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UEL0fCMkLeY/s72-c/Forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-4468625048607421093</id><published>2008-12-29T17:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:25:37.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SVlqZzzJZ6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cO2np1vWhp8/s1600-h/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285372629329995682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SVlqZzzJZ6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cO2np1vWhp8/s400/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bittersweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripping, rejoined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longing, satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacking, completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears and smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fears and miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy and sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-4468625048607421093?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4468625048607421093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=4468625048607421093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4468625048607421093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4468625048607421093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SVlqZzzJZ6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cO2np1vWhp8/s72-c/P1010007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-8292972741318294514</id><published>2008-12-24T21:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:45:09.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Little Man's Point of View</title><content type='html'>I was getting the kids ready for Christmas Eve services tonight. Everyone was bathed and putting on the nice clothes I laid out.  I put a wool sweater vest and shirt on my little 4 year old and combed his hair nicely.  Only moments later I saw that his hair was a mess and the vest was gone.  When I asked him about it he simple said, "I don't wanna wear that 'hair-suit'!" How could I argue with that...we left the wool vest behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-8292972741318294514?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8292972741318294514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=8292972741318294514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8292972741318294514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8292972741318294514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-mans-point-of-view.html' title='Little Man&apos;s Point of View'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2475479675727963203</id><published>2008-12-11T22:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:07:21.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought of the day'/><title type='text'>Thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm on top of it,&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time IT is on top of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2475479675727963203?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2475479675727963203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2475479675727963203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2475479675727963203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2475479675727963203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1530088739953159790</id><published>2008-11-22T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:59:50.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Soap Box'/><title type='text'>Fit to Be Tied</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why it bothered me so much, but I past by them every time I entered the convention center. It was a bargin..a steal at only $5; but it made me cringe as I stepped through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign read "Witnessing Ties", with sayings like; "Thou shalt not murder"..."Army of God"..."One Nation Under God"... and a host of pictures; praying hands, crosses, and even a pastor's bookshelf.  Since when are ties for witnessing?  Where do most peope wear ties? That's right, church. And are these really the messages of the Gospel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere are better uses for your 5 bucks. Why not bring the homeless guy a sandwich and look him in the eyes when you give it to him? Or buy your struggling coworker a coffee and ask if she's doing okay? Maybe send a sincere card for the family who is dealing with grief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in our service to others and our sincere words that the message comes to life.  I guess I'll pass on the ties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1530088739953159790?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1530088739953159790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1530088739953159790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1530088739953159790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1530088739953159790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/fit-to-be-tied.html' title='Fit to Be Tied'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3341619180490130044</id><published>2008-11-20T11:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:30:42.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Funny Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SSWsbZwcMRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CT17SwGIlpI/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270808525677539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SSWsbZwcMRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CT17SwGIlpI/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some recent funny quotes from my kids:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave my 4 year old some tic-tac's on the way to pick up his sister at school. When she got in the car he informed her, "I got some tic-tac-toes and you didn't get any!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the ride home she told me all about the "pil-a-grims" and religious "purse and cute shun". Then she ask me, "What is that anyway?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big 7 year old informed me recently that he's just about as smart as I am....and that He almost knows everything. Hang on to that as long as you can buddy! Pretty soon you'll be feeling like the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make me laugh; they make me cry; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fill me up and completely drain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paradox of parenting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3341619180490130044?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3341619180490130044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3341619180490130044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3341619180490130044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3341619180490130044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-kids.html' title='Funny Kids'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SSWsbZwcMRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CT17SwGIlpI/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-8610292304168568448</id><published>2008-11-03T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:23:42.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>My Little Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SQ_KGWiTmJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_1UcMjeHzDY/s1600-h/Jacob%2Bclownin%2Baround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264648699896895634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SQ_KGWiTmJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_1UcMjeHzDY/s400/Jacob%2Bclownin%2Baround.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He turned 4 a couple weeks ago, unbelievable!  He surprises me with his profound words. Here are a few recent ones:&lt;br /&gt;- "I wish I was a man before I was a kid."&lt;br /&gt;- "God is a big boy.  He made the whole wide world."&lt;br /&gt;- "Mommy, you're pretty like a crystal."&lt;br /&gt;True to costume, he makes me smile and laugh.  And, I'm still uncovering the unique layers of my little clown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-8610292304168568448?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8610292304168568448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=8610292304168568448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8610292304168568448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8610292304168568448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-clown.html' title='My Little Clown'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SQ_KGWiTmJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_1UcMjeHzDY/s72-c/Jacob%2Bclownin%2Baround.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1391154051254327621</id><published>2008-10-29T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:58:50.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>The Tale of a Turkey</title><content type='html'>The last few months have been a little lean, the longest we've ever gone without a pay check.  God and I have been talking about this regularly and He has some creative ways of providing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to hear how much company was coming... three weekends in a row!  And then it occured to me, "How am I going to feed all these people?" (Sound familliar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I saw a sale advertised at local grocery store for $8 turkeys!!  I'm no expert, but it seemed like a pretty good deal.  I went to the store right away... on a mision to the meat dept.  When I ask the worker where the $8 turkeys were, HE actually laughed at me. Then He replied, "That's just something we advertise to get people in here.  The few that we had were gone in under an hour!"  I was so disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now God?  I only walked a few steps more for my answer.  Another meat dept. employee asked me if I was finding everything okay.  I replied matter-of-factly, "Yeah, everything but the $8 turkeys."  To my surprise the man said, "Just wait here."  A moment later he came back with a turkey... not just any turkey...we are talking totally huge-fill up half my cart-monster bird!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made roasted turkey, turkey sandwiches, turkey hot dish, turkey noodle soup, .... and all for 8$!!! The masses were fed and I still have some left in the freezer.  It was like the loaves and fishes story told in a modern day Tale of a Turkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1391154051254327621?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1391154051254327621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1391154051254327621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1391154051254327621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1391154051254327621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/10/tale-of-turkey.html' title='The Tale of a Turkey'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-290988012495414870</id><published>2008-09-27T22:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:12:12.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Our Fall Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SN8NA2djz_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5LssuFNn5e8/s1600-h/IMG_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929998807945202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SN8NA2djz_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5LssuFNn5e8/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We planted everything September 1st. This week we have been harvesting leaf lettuce, spinach, and arrugala.  Next month we hope to have fresh snow peas, green onions, carrots, and some yummy herbs. We'll have to wait until early summer for the strawberries. This is a fun project that both Jason and I really love.  If you live nearby, drop in for a salad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SN8NA8rRDnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/baJWtbZrbls/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250930000476049010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SN8NA8rRDnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/baJWtbZrbls/s400/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-290988012495414870?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/290988012495414870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=290988012495414870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/290988012495414870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/290988012495414870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-fall-garden.html' title='Our Fall Garden'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SN8NA2djz_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5LssuFNn5e8/s72-c/IMG_2505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3619866213394556192</id><published>2008-09-13T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:13:53.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Thing about Grace...</title><content type='html'>I have a child who I often describe as being "fair, as it pertains to him".  Unfortunately, I think My Heavenly Father could describe me this way sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were away for three years, we rented our home to a woman and her three kids.  Coming back to see the horrible condition of our house has been agonizing.  Daily I seem to discover new ways that she destroyed things in our home....and daily I find myself muttering angry things about her as I execute another repair. I justify it because it is a "righteous anger"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day the I felt God stirring in my heart...asking the questions that I didn't want to hear...highlighting fault I would rather not see.  After downing a full glass of ice cold humility, I began to see who I really am..."deeply flawed, ungrateful and tenaciously fair (as it pertains to me)".  And then the familiar phrase..."my grace is sufficient for you"... and for her too.  He was entitled to righteous anger at my rebellion, the ways I willingly destroy the life He intends for me.  Yet, He offered me costly grace instead.  And the thing about grace...is that once you have been measured by it,  you surrender your right to judge others with the ruler of justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3619866213394556192?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3619866213394556192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3619866213394556192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3619866213394556192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3619866213394556192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/thing-about-grace.html' title='The Thing about Grace...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1875158311724969167</id><published>2008-09-03T08:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:36:32.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6emzwGqeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SAml-DBLYrY/s1600-h/IMG_2442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241801405870025186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6emzwGqeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SAml-DBLYrY/s400/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..."the Three" in front of our house. They were ready with back packs on an HOUR before we needed to leave.  The littlest still wasn't sure why he wasn't going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6enYvzwBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XX5vLDj7y5s/s1600-h/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241801415800897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6enYvzwBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XX5vLDj7y5s/s400/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Big guy wanted to show everyone his new shoes that light up.  Thanks Nana and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6en2Ja9XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/39WgHD-JWls/s1600-h/IMG_2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241801423692952946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6en2Ja9XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/39WgHD-JWls/s400/IMG_2444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pink and Poka-dots are a perfect way to start Kindergarten.   Meanwhile, a mom feels so many different things on this literal first day of school ever...excitement, nervousness, a little sadness, but most of all the unfamiliarity of that first step in a long journey of letting go.  Start growing those wings my sweet children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1875158311724969167?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1875158311724969167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1875158311724969167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1875158311724969167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1875158311724969167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SL6emzwGqeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SAml-DBLYrY/s72-c/IMG_2442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-5972896060915538065</id><published>2008-08-12T18:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:09:25.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>With Gratitude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SKOFJsEH9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WPFEjx4eb4Q/s1600-h/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234173593428423906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SKOFJsEH9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WPFEjx4eb4Q/s400/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it appropriate, on the eve of my 34th birthday, to list some of the things for which I am grateful. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- colorado blue skies and sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fun family night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "the three", my love for them, and their love for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spacious counter tops and closets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a loving hard-working husband , although he is far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dear friends in many time zones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dishwasher, dryer, and wall-to-wall carpeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- being near to family who I have missed so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- house plants and herb gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the Father's unconditional love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- health and energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spontaneous coffee drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- freedom and life with out war and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- redemption from slavery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people who understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ice cubes and fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- public parks and the library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- garage sales and clearance racks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- untexpected kindnesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- peace amidst uncertainty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- birthday bouquet from mama's rose garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. It is good to be 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-5972896060915538065?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5972896060915538065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=5972896060915538065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5972896060915538065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5972896060915538065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-gratitude.html' title='With Gratitude...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SKOFJsEH9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WPFEjx4eb4Q/s72-c/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6066106725211331083</id><published>2008-08-07T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:29:45.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>3 Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pMlFSFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dz8w1EwEus4/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231842070570027090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pMlFSFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dz8w1EwEus4/s400/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the kids were climing up the walls at our house anyway, I took them to "Rope World" set up in a school gymnasium.  They had all kinds of climbing things set up...with lots of padding on the floors. Yes, that is the oldest monkey at the very top of the gym ceiling.  He climbed to ring the bell several times and did the zip line UPSIDE DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pRD3OCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9MMazPyRpgk/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231842071772870690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pRD3OCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9MMazPyRpgk/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The littlest monkey liked the rope swing and the zip line.  He also just generally enjoyed roaming around and climbing what ever he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pV14evI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QKs02Uv0KgI/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231842073056410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pV14evI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QKs02Uv0KgI/s400/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The middle monkey showed off her balance on the rope bridge.  I was surprised that she showed no fear of any activity; she tried them all!  The moral of this story is when you are raising three monkeys, it is best to get them to the jungle as often as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6066106725211331083?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6066106725211331083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6066106725211331083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6066106725211331083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6066106725211331083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-little-monkeys.html' title='3 Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SJs8pMlFSFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dz8w1EwEus4/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1407107531139946165</id><published>2008-07-27T17:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:13:32.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Slani Pita</title><content type='html'>Jucer sam napravilla zeljanica domaci i slusala sam Bosanski musika. Onda sam plakala... Uglavnom sam sretna, ali stvarno fali mi nesto. Nedostaje mi Bosni i drustvo moje.  Svarno znam da ovo korak je Bozi plan.  Vjerujem ga. Bi ce sve uredu. Polako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1407107531139946165?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1407107531139946165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1407107531139946165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1407107531139946165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1407107531139946165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/slani-pita.html' title='Slani Pita'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-8482249419096294889</id><published>2008-07-20T10:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:09:26.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>"The Suck Zone"</title><content type='html'>I've watched the movie "Twister" about 20 times since it was released. I always laugh as one colorful character is describing tornadoes to a newbie, giving the details of entering "the suck zone". Since moving back to the States, I feel I can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pull into the walmart parking lot I feel the wind of materialism begining to blow. As I walk past the greeter, an all out storm ensuses. I feel the sting of "everyday low prices" pelting me from everyside, emploring me to buy more than I came for....more than I need. I take a deep breath and press on clenching my list in my hand. Around asile three I hesitate...feeling battered by the downpour of commercialism...I start to wonder if I really DO need to recorate the bathroom...my towels really are out dated. I fight back the urge to "buy now and pay later". I set my chin and grip the cart. I press hard against each powerful "gim-me" gust. I labor on knowing that "the suck zone" is upon me. The intensity is almost too strong so I turn my head as I pass the small kitchen appliances far nicer and newer than mine. "Hang on, just a little bit more," I tell myself. "Stick to the list. Buy light bulbs and toilet paper." I'm griping the cart with white nuckles, pressing toward the checkout counter. The storm is almost over I can feel it changing directions. The cashier asks me, "Did you find everything you needed today?" Relief. "Yes...everything I needed." I murmur. A strange calm as I walk out with my one little bag in hand. And I am once again a survivor of "the suck zone".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-8482249419096294889?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8482249419096294889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=8482249419096294889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8482249419096294889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8482249419096294889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/suck-zone.html' title='&quot;The Suck Zone&quot;'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6684864768126948061</id><published>2008-07-14T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:36:27.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Multiple faces of "The Three"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKdqe_OaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6vwXSB0YeHc/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223061172579678626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKdqe_OaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6vwXSB0YeHc/s400/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The three" at Tiff and Slado's wedding....they had a blast. They were so excited to be dressed up and with so many of our dear ones from Bosnia.  Rachel kept asking when they were gonna kiss.  Jacob slept thru the whole ceremony...and only awakened for CAKE! Brent told several strangers how much money he had and exactly how he earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKeGzc25I/AAAAAAAAAH0/O-iuQ21ScoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223061180181699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKeGzc25I/AAAAAAAAAH0/O-iuQ21ScoQ/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A normal sight for the last two and a half months.... "the three" in the back of a tiny SUV traveling...traveling...and traveling.  I told them one day that we would be going 7 hours and they replied..."that's ALL!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKeazRKmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Giy8Rb9Ut2k/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223061185549642338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKeazRKmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Giy8Rb9Ut2k/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Tiger safari (Okalahoma City) with Mommy and "Uncle" Donovan...it was a great day.  Lots of "danger", like feeding the tigers and touching many animals. "The three" thought the baby kangaroo was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6684864768126948061?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6684864768126948061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6684864768126948061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6684864768126948061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6684864768126948061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/multiple-faces-of-three.html' title='Multiple faces of &quot;The Three&quot;'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SHwKdqe_OaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6vwXSB0YeHc/s72-c/IMG_2272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3414244695113747577</id><published>2008-07-10T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:03:04.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Collision'/><title type='text'>Useless Skills</title><content type='html'>Adjusting back to the States after having lived in a much different culture for the last three years is a bit weird.  I spent so much time trying to aquire another culture/language and now I feel like those skills are completely useless! Here are a few silly examples...&lt;br /&gt;-I can sucessfully use, and give advice on using, a Turkish toilet ("squaty potty").&lt;br /&gt;-I can talk the produce market workers down to a reasonable price when buying tomatoes by insulting his products.&lt;br /&gt;-I can navigate all forms of public transportation in another language and spot possible theives.&lt;br /&gt;-I can drink strong Bosnian coffee several times a day and still fall asleep with ease.&lt;br /&gt;-I can chop wood and cook a three course meal on a little wood stove.&lt;br /&gt;-I can make my own pancake syrup.&lt;br /&gt;-I can drive and park a van on roads smaller than an alley with ease.&lt;br /&gt;-I have developed a taste for roasted goat and sheep cheese and meat paste.&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl to do with these useless skills!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3414244695113747577?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3414244695113747577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3414244695113747577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3414244695113747577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3414244695113747577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/useless-skills.html' title='Useless Skills'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7622714061148019352</id><published>2008-06-26T15:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:21:54.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trophies of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>Being a mom is the "best, hardest, most fufilling, depleting, longest, but goes-by-in-a-blink" job in the world.  With other careers or endevors there are ladders climbed, corporate advancements, accolades, and acheivement awards.  In the last 8 years the only ladders I have climbed have been at the playground and I consider it an advancement that I haven't bought diapers for a year!  The awards...well, they come in random ways and not at all when you expect. This week I noted a couple of those awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suspicious grin...a uncontainable boyish giggle...a request... "Mom, I have a surprise for you in my pocket."   Out jumps a toad!!  Uproarious laughter... a feigned response of shock and horor...more laughter!  Twinkling eyes...glowing with glee.  "I got-cha that time mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite in the basement...still quite...w-a-y too quite in the basement.  Down the stairs...thump...thump..thump... Smiling daughter.  "Hi, Mommy! Guess what I've been doing?"  "Ummm...I really have no idea, honey."  mild trepidation....open the door...five year old pride..."Look what I did!"...relief....confusion...  little blonde girl, big grin...wanting to please... "I cleaned your room for you Mommy! It sure was messy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy...sunny bed-head...the morning groogies...wiggle into my bed.  "Dood morning, mommy! I wuv you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't hang them on the wall or place them on the mantle, but I've got a room full of treasures.  Gleaming, shining like jewels on the dark days... priceless trophies of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-7622714061148019352?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7622714061148019352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7622714061148019352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7622714061148019352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7622714061148019352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/trophies-of-motherhood.html' title='Trophies of Motherhood'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6849776242349440141</id><published>2008-06-12T10:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:46:00.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Collision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><title type='text'>Culture Collsion</title><content type='html'>It happends all the time... You live in another culture long enough that you momentarily forget what is normal in your own culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flying last week and was seated next to a young mom and her 15 month old baby.  She was nervous because the baby was really fussy.  When the child began to wail I really wanted to help.  That is when it happened...I thought to my self, "I know!  I have a chocolate bar in my purse!" Yes... I really contemplated giving chocolate to an 15 month old who I don't even know!!! Just how many American cultural rules does this break?!!  Then I started laughing at how horrified I had been for at least a year in Bosnia as strangers offered my children candy....even my littlest...who was barely one year old.  I'm still chuckling about this culture collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America a "good" mom protects her child from any possible or theoretical danger... including not permitting chocolate at very young ages.&lt;br /&gt;In Bosnia a "good" mom does nearly anything to keep a child happy...including permitting chocolate at very young ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the search continues... how to be a "good" mom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6849776242349440141?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6849776242349440141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6849776242349440141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6849776242349440141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6849776242349440141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/culture-collsion.html' title='Culture Collsion'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2976447324574051869</id><published>2008-06-09T08:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:26:31.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>A few days ago little Jacob sat at the counter in my parents kitchen and inquisitivley asked my dad..."Papa, why do you live here?"  My dad replied, "...because this is my home."  To which Jacob pondered, "Then where MY home?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question Jacob.  I wish I had an answer to that one. Meanwhile we bounce from one place to the next....9 States, 12 Beds,.... 100's of questions that still seem unanswerable. The future still seems blury and I can't seem to get it to come into focus. For now I will just keep listening to His "still, quiet voice"....one step at a time toward the Sheperd, trusting that what I cannot see He sees clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2976447324574051869?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2976447324574051869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2976447324574051869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2976447324574051869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2976447324574051869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3262712586203702888</id><published>2008-04-08T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:07:55.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Girl's Sleep Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_d8HJxBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O90YrZdalsg/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949916920497170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_d8HJxBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O90YrZdalsg/s400/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_ecHJxCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Iire3fOnGJA/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949925510431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_ecHJxCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Iire3fOnGJA/s400/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_esHJxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sEGqxg-YugM/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949929805399090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_esHJxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sEGqxg-YugM/s400/P1010057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_e8HJxEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8iUO2WyKpgQ/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949934100366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_e8HJxEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8iUO2WyKpgQ/s400/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_fMHJxFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aFDJr0xpDNc/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949938395333714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_fMHJxFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aFDJr0xpDNc/s400/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blast!  Nail polish, rice krispie treats, pizza, movies, balloons, tickles &amp;amp; giggles....  Rachel was so thrilled that her local "aunties" included her in girl's night. She even stayed up 'till midnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3262712586203702888?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3262712586203702888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3262712586203702888' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3262712586203702888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3262712586203702888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-sleep-over.html' title='Girl&apos;s Sleep Over'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_u_d8HJxBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O90YrZdalsg/s72-c/P1010052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1223019634208262119</id><published>2008-04-06T14:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:15:25.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Doors &amp; Windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R_kubsHJxAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QLKEQEz2q5o/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard it said that "when God closes a door, He opens a window". In my experience, when God closes a door... you hang out in the "waiting room" until He thinks you're READY to see what is behind door number two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna find the coziest chair in the waiting room, grab a magazine, and wait to hear the door creak open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1223019634208262119?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1223019634208262119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1223019634208262119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1223019634208262119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1223019634208262119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/04/doors-windows.html' title='Doors &amp; Windows'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-8925510338890243119</id><published>2008-03-18T12:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:37:30.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Bosnia'/><title type='text'>Moja Bosna!!</title><content type='html'>You know you are in Bosnia when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you go wedding dress shopping with your friend and the women working there are filling the little shop and all the dresses with their chain smoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the police man pulls you over, looks at your passport, and asks if both of the women are yours.   When he finds out only one is, he asks if the other is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the cashier runs out of change so she gives you a gum ball for the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you see someone at the store ripping a battery out of the package right in front of an employee, only to realize that this is a normal practice. (What is strange is to buy the whole package here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when the medical emergency team runs out of the clinic for a call, but must all smoke a cigarette before loading into the ambulance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-8925510338890243119?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8925510338890243119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=8925510338890243119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8925510338890243119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8925510338890243119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/03/moja-bosna.html' title='Moja Bosna!!'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-4399596495334102621</id><published>2008-03-15T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:17:34.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in Dubrovnik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w6Clm6zxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTbabDxxtVw/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178077487698726674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w6Clm6zxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTbabDxxtVw/s400/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w6DFm6zyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6cyziophC2U/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh!! The Adriatic Sea.... How I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4NFm6ztI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6shsNcvVzOA/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4Q1m6zuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6WkLERQifsI/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178075533488606946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4Q1m6zuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6WkLERQifsI/s400/P1010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many like to feed the pigeons...our kids like to chase them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a picnic with Genai on the rocks bellow the great wall.  The view of the Adriatic made me feel small.  God amazes me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4Slm6zvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ny1d3PVrUD8/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178075563553378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4Slm6zvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ny1d3PVrUD8/s400/P1010096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a nice time to reconnect with my dear friend Tracee and to say good bye to my newer friend, Genai who was headed back to California. We enjoyed good pizza and even better laughs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178075623682920194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w4WFm6zwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6ODwZL82UkU/s400/P1010102.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-4399596495334102621?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4399596495334102621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=4399596495334102621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4399596495334102621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4399596495334102621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-in-dubrovnik.html' title='Days in Dubrovnik'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9w6Clm6zxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTbabDxxtVw/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2209989286065274724</id><published>2008-03-09T13:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:56:20.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Soaking in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmO1m6zqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLXpbE6ilRs/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177703864198680226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmO1m6zqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLXpbE6ilRs/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmPlm6zrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bCDPqirT5GM/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177703877083582130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmPlm6zrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bCDPqirT5GM/s400/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmQFm6zsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3Efbrj3mLkQ/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177703885673516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmQFm6zsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3Efbrj3mLkQ/s400/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some shots of the kids enjoying rare February sunny day... We had a lovely afternoon with our good buddies in Sarajevo. These days are gems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2209989286065274724?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2209989286065274724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2209989286065274724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2209989286065274724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2209989286065274724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/03/soaking-in-sun.html' title='Soaking in the Sun'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R9rmO1m6zqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLXpbE6ilRs/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-5883854238984955863</id><published>2008-02-23T13:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:45:21.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Bosnia'/><title type='text'>Hangin' Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R8CEz1OvU4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HeWfBgZDazc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170278398218425218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R8CEz1OvU4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HeWfBgZDazc/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked through the hallway and had to laugh. It didn't even seem abnormal to have our laundry drying all around the woodstove. :) Guess I've been here too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-5883854238984955863?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5883854238984955863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=5883854238984955863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5883854238984955863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/5883854238984955863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangin-out.html' title='Hangin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R8CEz1OvU4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HeWfBgZDazc/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-570954581749598005</id><published>2008-02-19T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:54:24.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Less Is More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R7sz0FOvU3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/YlKklnpBLqs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168781967187989362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R7sz0FOvU3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/YlKklnpBLqs/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at our big seven year old who lost his two front teeth this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-570954581749598005?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/570954581749598005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=570954581749598005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/570954581749598005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/570954581749598005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/02/less-is-more.html' title='Less Is More'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R7sz0FOvU3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/YlKklnpBLqs/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6518435209419183600</id><published>2008-02-16T00:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:58:02.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Bosnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Advertsing for DummYs</title><content type='html'>I really saw this sign yesterday in Sarajevo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;BM quick fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although fast food has been know to give many a quick BM, I didn't realize it was something to advertise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6518435209419183600?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6518435209419183600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6518435209419183600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6518435209419183600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6518435209419183600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/02/advertsing-for-dummys.html' title='Advertsing for DummYs'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-910473972866251819</id><published>2008-02-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:31:19.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R6_5kVOvU2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8KN5UOGqQDc/s1600-h/100_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165621700186821474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R6_5kVOvU2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8KN5UOGqQDc/s400/100_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh little Jacob...Our littlest has had a difficult time learning how to say some things. Rachel and Brent often serve as translators to the rest of the world to articulate exactly what he is saying. Recently, he is speaking more and more clearly....which is not necessarily always good. This week he ask a visitor. "Han I 'sh-it' in your lap?" I had to laugh at the surprising clarity of his apparent request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-910473972866251819?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/910473972866251819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=910473972866251819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/910473972866251819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/910473972866251819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R6_5kVOvU2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8KN5UOGqQDc/s72-c/100_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-1035693866797776245</id><published>2008-02-08T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:25:03.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Milestones and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R621YFOvU1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/dBCUF0kXZuI/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164983772989313874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R621YFOvU1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/dBCUF0kXZuI/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last couple months I've been busy living life, too busy to write about it. Some recent milestones include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brent's "Spider-man" seven birthday, complete with a web cake, a first pin-yata, and a sleep over!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob can count to 10, and learned his colors &amp;amp; shapes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel is my little helper and loves to help me cook (especially sweet things).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few family days in Austria complete with: getting lost, breaking down, 10 hours to repair van, spending the night in the van...but worth it all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brent lost his front tooth :) last week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel has been dancing around the house in her new leotard and slippers with her "Angelina Balerina".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob is facinated with his geo-train. He loves to set it up and drive for hours!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brent went skiing for the first time with his daddy and our Brazilian team-mates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are my riches, my delight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-1035693866797776245?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1035693866797776245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=1035693866797776245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1035693866797776245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/1035693866797776245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2008/02/milestones-and-memories.html' title='Milestones and Memories'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/R621YFOvU1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/dBCUF0kXZuI/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3199467259519870836</id><published>2007-11-13T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:21:31.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><title type='text'>A Warm Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzmwesTRg5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BhCU3HiQatw/s1600-h/IMG_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132327291699954578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzmwesTRg5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BhCU3HiQatw/s320/IMG_1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I woke up early with hopes of a relaxing bath before the kids started bouncing around the house. As I slipped into my warm, bubbly bath I heard the pitter-patter of my youngest child heading for the bathroom. He burst in with a smile and said, "I want a baff wiff you!". I helped him get undressed and in the tub (what choice did I really have?). He slipped down into the deep, warm water and grinned. Then he quickly added, "I din't pee in da wader!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life with children is always full of surprises,  and sometimes so is your bathwater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3199467259519870836?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3199467259519870836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3199467259519870836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3199467259519870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3199467259519870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/11/warm-bath.html' title='A Warm Bath'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzmwesTRg5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BhCU3HiQatw/s72-c/IMG_1996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2099347229130742758</id><published>2007-11-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:16:50.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Kid-sized Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzAbt_nLcRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CcdUxpG8iiU/s1600-h/IMG_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129630452558819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzAbt_nLcRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CcdUxpG8iiU/s400/IMG_4242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzAaQPnLcQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wRan8xgo_q0/s1600-h/IMG_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was feeling very pleased about a conversation I was having with Brent (6) and Rachel (5). They were asking why I was preparing some food to take down to the elderly couple who lives in our basement; and why they lived there. I explained that we allow them to stay there because they have no money, no home and no job. I further took the opportunity to share with them the importance that Jesus placed on caring for people by meeting their real needs, like food and clothing. Brent kept firing away questions, while it seemed I could see the compasion and understanding growing in Rachel's eyes. Just when I thought I had conveyed the importance of these matters, Rachel nodded empathetically and said, "Yes, they are sooooo---poor they can't even afford teeth! They just chew with their lips!". I nearly burst out laugh. Compassion...kid-sized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2099347229130742758?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2099347229130742758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2099347229130742758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2099347229130742758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2099347229130742758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/11/kid-sized-compassion.html' title='Kid-sized Compassion'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RzAbt_nLcRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CcdUxpG8iiU/s72-c/IMG_4242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6487344210191350543</id><published>2007-11-03T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:21:15.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I Woke Up with the "Grumpies"...</title><content type='html'>Truth be known, I have a serious case of the "grumpies".  I woke up this morning TOO early with Jake saying, "I haf-ta pee Mommie!" at which point I also realized that we STILL HAVE NO WATER.  It has been two days already and will probably not come on for a while yet.  Everything feels dirty....laundry and dishes piling up.  And I really want to wash my hair! I usually wash it every other day....of course the water went off on the "really need to wash day".  Since I'm already complaining, can I just say that I used my last bit of starbucks coffee this morning, our wood still hasn't come, it is raining AGAIN, and I'm really missing my family and friends who are far away! This level of grumpiness calls for serious counter-measures....blessing counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed by....healthy children who constantly entertain and amuse me; a spouse who loves me; a fairly warm house and blankets; food on the shelf; electricity; people who love and pray for us; internet that is working; a great team; a blue passport that gifts me more freedom than most; laughter in our home; and one last cup of starbucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!! It worked; the "grumpies" are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6487344210191350543?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6487344210191350543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6487344210191350543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6487344210191350543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6487344210191350543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-woke-up-with-grumpies.html' title='I Woke Up with the &quot;Grumpies&quot;...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7091507960637603947</id><published>2007-10-23T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:38:47.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Jacob's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfDwILSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wBu3VI4NDsI/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124618621972655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfDwILSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wBu3VI4NDsI/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfTwILTI/AAAAAAAAADc/x8lCuE7Rm2Q/s1600-h/IMG_4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124618626267622706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfTwILTI/AAAAAAAAADc/x8lCuE7Rm2Q/s400/IMG_4592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfjwILUI/AAAAAAAAADk/dicaZAOlv9Q/s1600-h/IMG_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124618630562590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfjwILUI/AAAAAAAAADk/dicaZAOlv9Q/s400/IMG_4601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfzwILVI/AAAAAAAAADs/ux5qpAMhcY8/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124618634857557330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfzwILVI/AAAAAAAAADs/ux5qpAMhcY8/s400/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a "CARS" themed birthday complete with a game of "Change the tire on Lightning McQueen" and a muddy wheel for a cake. When Jacob tried to blow out the candles, he was more like a sprinkler than a stout breeze. It was a blessing to have a few friends over who haven't lost the kid in them. We missed the family and friends far away, but appreciated the calls, emails and gifts. We love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-7091507960637603947?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7091507960637603947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7091507960637603947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7091507960637603947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7091507960637603947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/10/jacobs-3rd-birthday.html' title='Jacob&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rx5NfDwILSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wBu3VI4NDsI/s72-c/IMG_4643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-320047851025480158</id><published>2007-09-27T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:30:13.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasional deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Come for Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvwgfTwILRI/AAAAAAAAADM/61lQ7858jKQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114998999036210450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvwgfTwILRI/AAAAAAAAADM/61lQ7858jKQ/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks Filter 6:30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...while contemplating the depths and height of The Father's love for me, and how He longs to call each person on this earth "child...forgiven...accepted."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bosnian Coffee 10:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...while joined with my husband, a Brazilian, and a Ukranian planning a camp to share truth and encourage the people here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Espresso with Cream 12:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...while comforting a Bosnian friend who confided that her husband recently hit her and doesn't know if she will stay in the marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bosnian Coffee 9:20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...while hosting a surprise group of 5 neighbors who stopped by, discussing the differences between Catholisism and Evangelical Christianity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No matter where I am or what I am doing, how I long ...to be steeped in His Holiness...stirred by His Spirit...and to pour out His love to the thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-320047851025480158?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/320047851025480158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=320047851025480158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/320047851025480158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/320047851025480158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-for-coffee.html' title='Come for Coffee'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvwgfTwILRI/AAAAAAAAADM/61lQ7858jKQ/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7518680224776754434</id><published>2007-09-17T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:38:38.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Bosnia'/><title type='text'>8 Reminders That I Live in Bosnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvlVBzwILPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ibnil5m2NKQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114212341416209650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvlVBzwILPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ibnil5m2NKQ/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvlVCDwILQI/AAAAAAAAADE/3geLQw6bWng/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114212345711176962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvlVCDwILQI/AAAAAAAAADE/3geLQw6bWng/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain moments when it hits me all at once...."I'm raising a family in Bosnia!" Some recent moments are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) We had to wait for sheep to cross the road so we could keep driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I didn't have a kitchen window for 6 days this month...just open air!!! The man who is fixing it had to order a part from Slovenia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) The children were in awe when I brought home eggs from the local store...because they were WHITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I warned the babysitter not to let the kids touch the SYTHE hanging in the tree. (We use this to "mow" the yard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Jason and my recent conversations have revolved around which cement wall to punch a hole through to vent the wood stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I have received mail exactly twice this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I showed the kids a map of the USA and Rachel said... "Where's Russia?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I heard myself say, "Hey kids! Come watch daddy light the chimney on fire!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-7518680224776754434?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7518680224776754434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7518680224776754434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7518680224776754434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7518680224776754434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-reminders-that-i-live-in-bosnia.html' title='8 Reminders That I Live in Bosnia'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RvlVBzwILPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ibnil5m2NKQ/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-6207135994993066869</id><published>2007-09-12T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:28:55.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Days in Montenegro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RujlsMMwEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/3vTXAvTSjOg/s1600-h/IMG_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586324603539682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RujlsMMwEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/3vTXAvTSjOg/s400/IMG_2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4cMwEHI/AAAAAAAAABs/gd2KbOGpZRQ/s1600-h/Herceg+novi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109433702940676210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4cMwEHI/AAAAAAAAABs/gd2KbOGpZRQ/s200/Herceg+novi6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RujlscMwEPI/AAAAAAAAACs/2apd12dlTLc/s1600-h/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586328898506994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RujlscMwEPI/AAAAAAAAACs/2apd12dlTLc/s400/IMG_2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4cMwEGI/AAAAAAAAABk/yRGePP17Z10/s1600-h/Herceg+novi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109433702940676194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4cMwEGI/AAAAAAAAABk/yRGePP17Z10/s200/Herceg+novi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rujls8MwEQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HU-PGbtZVD0/s1600-h/IMG_2070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586337488441602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rujls8MwEQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HU-PGbtZVD0/s400/IMG_2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4sMwEII/AAAAAAAAAB0/XGH8zHD6SyM/s1600-h/Herceg+novi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109433707235643522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Ruha4sMwEII/AAAAAAAAAB0/XGH8zHD6SyM/s200/Herceg+novi7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RuhZRcMwEBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fR8glELRWI4/s1600-h/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Montenegro is known for is sunny weather and pebble beaches. After a hectic summer we thought we would spend a few nights there. As chance would have it we only had sun one day, followed by lots of rain and cold. The kids still managed to have fun though. Favorite things...BRENT: skipping rocks, searching for money on the beach,eating fish soup...RACHEL: finding "treasures" and special rocks, getting cozy under all the towels...JAKE: scooping rocks saying "look at dis one!" and going for icecream. Jason and I really enjoyed the beauty of the sea meeting the jagged mountains and the lush vegetation (pomegranet, fig , and olive trees). Hopefully next time will have a bit more warm sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-6207135994993066869?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6207135994993066869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=6207135994993066869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6207135994993066869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/6207135994993066869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/09/few-days-in-montenegro.html' title='A Few Days in Montenegro'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RujlsMMwEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/3vTXAvTSjOg/s72-c/IMG_2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-4449640393791385683</id><published>2007-08-14T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:18:59.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Birthday Reflections</title><content type='html'>Even moms have birthdays! In fact, I had one today. In all it was a good day. I spent the morning with a special group of women with whom I can laugh, cry, and drink coffee! I had Birthday wishes through virtually every medium (sms, phone, email, card, letter, skype, and in person!) My husband bought me a "painting kit" so I can start being creative again...very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was seeing it through the eyes of my children. Jacob (almost 3) saw my present and said, "It our bir-day...where my hes-ent?" He proceeded to help me open mine. My almost 5 year old daughter informed me that I "should really wear a dress or something prettier" since it is my special day. Fashion tips from a 4 year old...who knew? And lastly Brent, my oldest, made me a special card. As I was congratulating myself that he spelled "Happy Birthday" correctly, he pointed my attention to the picture. He said, "This is you on a tree swing, mommy. I made the swing extra big for your big bottom!" I had to laugh at his thoughtfulness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-4449640393791385683?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4449640393791385683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=4449640393791385683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4449640393791385683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/4449640393791385683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-reflections.html' title='Birthday Reflections'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-9027489043556477461</id><published>2007-08-07T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:22:27.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>A Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rrjg_TfeFTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KS394R-7wwM/s1600-h/2007+May+%26+June+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096070356538365234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rrjg_TfeFTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KS394R-7wwM/s320/2007+May+%26+June+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ask me all the time what a normal day is like for us here. I am not sure that I have had a normal day...week...or month since we arrived! No two days look the same. With that said, let's look at today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a big plan that included grocery shopping and a fun outing in another town....shortly after flipping pancakes for breakfast my plan flew out the window (that IS a normal day). A team mates van broke down and Jason had to drive him to another city to have the repairs made. This only took 11 hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I had some time (without a van) on my hands and no plan. So, the kids and I headed into the city on foot looking for adventure. The kids notice everything on the way...bottle caps, wild flowers, stray cats, a drunk man passed out, children begging for money, a women hearding goats on the sidewalk, and a watermelon stand. We indulged in an early scoop of icecream from a street vendor, followed by a short walk to the market. We were drowned in the sound and smell of the busy market, finally choosing some fresh carrots, ears of corn, and onions. I couldn't resist buying some fresh bread and couldn't believe that a 60 year old woman cut right in front of me in line! The kids and I were tired as we turned to go home. It is quite a hike and the final leg is more than 300 stairs straight up the mountain. Jake summed it up well at the top, "I HOT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the afternoon, a neighbor and her children stopped by for coffee and stayed for a couple of hours. The kids helped me pick ripe plums from our tree....mmmm...so good. They insisted that I should make "plum pie"; I'm not quite sure how to do that! I visited with a couple of other neighbors over the fence, one of whom is a known witch. During the afternoon, Rachel let her imagination go wild and drew some really original pictures. One was of a kind horse named "skee-bo", another of a princess and her pink castle, and one of our family riding on a camel with 4 humps touring the great pyramids of Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his nap, Jake asked me for some juice. I said, "Just a minute." He replied, "Don't 'Just-a-minute-me!'." Needless to say we had a "discussion" with the wooden spoon. Brent was busy spying out the sweet corn patch, pointing at each one that was ready. He is kind of like the "garden gaurdian", keeping unwanted chickens, birds, and brothers out of the patch. We ended the day with a sweet corn feast at 9:00pm. That is a good supper, right? Well, that is a glimpse of our normal day. The one thing I know about tomorrow...it won't look anything like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-9027489043556477461?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/9027489043556477461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=9027489043556477461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/9027489043556477461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/9027489043556477461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/08/normal-day.html' title='A Normal Day'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rrjg_TfeFTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KS394R-7wwM/s72-c/2007+May+%26+June+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-3081342890697755628</id><published>2007-08-04T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:07:40.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crush</title><content type='html'>It seems that Rachel has a crush on our teammate.  Everyone can see it, and chuckles when she curiously asks, "Is Brugger going to be there?".  Just when I thought this phenomenom was unique to  4 year old girls, it strikes an unlikely candidate...our six year old , rough-and-tough son.  He seems to be taken with a new team mate who just arrived this week from Brazil. Penya doesn't speak much English, but she is an attentive audience while Brent shows off his dart shooting skills and how he can take out the trash by himself.  Brent seemed really disappointed when he sat down to dinner tonight.  I asked him if he disliked what I had prepared.  He said, "No it is not that...I just wanted to sit next to 'Pen-YA-Ta'."  Apparently he is not so good with names.  He'll have to work on that before he hits the dating scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-3081342890697755628?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3081342890697755628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=3081342890697755628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3081342890697755628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/3081342890697755628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/08/crush.html' title='The Crush'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-8804042177164387238</id><published>2007-07-24T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:16:39.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqZEOTfeFSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OaSNu7VSldQ/s1600-h/IMG_1977+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831441330050338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqZEOTfeFSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OaSNu7VSldQ/s320/IMG_1977+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqZDBTfeFRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8LGRmEuiNUU/s1600-h/IMG_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;One universal truth for moms of young children: you never get privacy in the bathroom. In light of this, it seemed a bit ironic and funny when I came into the bathroom to see Jake on his little potty. He quickly said, "Sut da door...I need sum hi-vacy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-8804042177164387238?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8804042177164387238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=8804042177164387238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8804042177164387238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/8804042177164387238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/07/bathroom-rights.html' title='Bathroom Rights'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqZEOTfeFSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OaSNu7VSldQ/s72-c/IMG_1977+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7663026165862260787</id><published>2007-07-23T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:43:24.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>My Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqTZajfeFQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ggXIHbkBv5k/s1600-h/IMG_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090432529062565122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqTZajfeFQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ggXIHbkBv5k/s320/IMG_1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Rachel... what can I say? princess, helper, little mother, painter, dreamer, and hostess... This afternoon i came into the living room to see her little "breakfast" all set up for her special bears. She was pretending with full imagination when I asked her, "How much do you love your bears, Rachel?" My mother's heart identified with her answer..."It's too much; i really couldn't say the number."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-7663026165862260787?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7663026165862260787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7663026165862260787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7663026165862260787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7663026165862260787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-little-girl.html' title='My Little Girl'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/RqTZajfeFQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ggXIHbkBv5k/s72-c/IMG_1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-2339146465675032635</id><published>2007-07-20T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:33:53.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>The moment I have been waiting for has finally come....a milestone 6 1/2 years in the making!  This ranks right up there with college graduation, getting married, and other significant life accomplishments.   I have been changing diapers for the last 2,372 days....and I happily report that I have changed my last one!!!!  My third child is officially potty trained.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think of a special way to celebrate and what to do with the remaining few diapers.  I have considered making some sort of diaper monument and charging admission to see it (this might offset the considerable expenses I have incurred during the last 6 1/2 years of buying diapers).  And other idea was some sort of "Done with Diapers" party.... but, yikes, what to serve?!  Well, for now I will just revel in the moment of my great accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-2339146465675032635?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2339146465675032635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=2339146465675032635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2339146465675032635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/2339146465675032635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-67525251965989790</id><published>2007-07-18T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:17:47.298-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>I Scream, You Scream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp5lhQ09q5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/krfkISEASqo/s1600-h/2007+May+%26+June+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088616251102440338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp5lhQ09q5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/krfkISEASqo/s320/2007+May+%26+June+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer never tasted so good!  We go to town often for 30 cent ice cream cones.  Brent picks a new flavor every time.  Rachel chooses chocolate and Jacob says, "I want ma-nilla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373170637144963461-67525251965989790?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/67525251965989790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=67525251965989790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/67525251965989790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/67525251965989790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-scream-you-scream.html' title='I Scream, You Scream...'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp5lhQ09q5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/krfkISEASqo/s72-c/2007+May+%26+June+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373170637144963461.post-7212282068376874314</id><published>2007-07-17T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:28:04.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Perspective'/><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp0xJw09q4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPK_V8E7eFk/s1600-h/family+with+laura+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088277197794159490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp0xJw09q4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPK_V8E7eFk/s320/family+with+laura+123.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;After spending sometime outside with the ducks, Brent (6yrs) came inside to ask a very important question. "Mommy, when are you going to lay another baby?...and can you make it a boy?"&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/6373170637144963461-7212282068376874314?l=dontmissaminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7212282068376874314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6373170637144963461&amp;postID=7212282068376874314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7212282068376874314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373170637144963461/posts/default/7212282068376874314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontmissaminute.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Mom on the Go</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620401972343270006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/SX04Mqq9nbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y-CUOirQUR4/S220/n629753386_645092_5616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGq-dgTbsg8/Rp0xJw09q4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPK_V8E7eFk/s72-c/family+with+laura+123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
