<?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-4509912940306032121</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:54:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweat Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Jeff and I have been married for almost ten years. We have a son, Noah, that was born in March of 2006 and a daughter, Natalie, that was born in April of 2008. Hopefully this blog will keep our family and friends updated!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8581476304673767364</id><published>2010-05-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:24:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Type!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S9738Jgz-sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8NUs7SkhDBI/s1600/Easter+Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467079610392115906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S9738Jgz-sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8NUs7SkhDBI/s320/Easter+Noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah's Eater outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S973zJF-XCI/AAAAAAAAAII/HdQhh2ORvWo/s1600/easter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467079455660727330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S973zJF-XCI/AAAAAAAAAII/HdQhh2ORvWo/s320/easter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie's Easter Dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972r9IHbrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bAV7MLWoQAI/s1600/Nat+and+Bubba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467078232677772978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972r9IHbrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bAV7MLWoQAI/s320/Nat+and+Bubba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie trying to figure out what's wrong with her bubba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972Wn_YN-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/BpMVL63uqEw/s1600/Noah+at+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467077866226726882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972Wn_YN-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/BpMVL63uqEw/s320/Noah+at+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah at four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972E94vxhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wjenlIHud0M/s1600/Natalie+23+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467077562866845202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S972E94vxhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wjenlIHud0M/s320/Natalie+23+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie in February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year has apparantly taken up a lot of my time. That, and Facebook. Ha! Most of you that keep up with the blog are also on FB so you know what's been going on. Let me see what I can sum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I celebrated eleven years in February. Each year brings new and exciting things for us. Our love isn't perfect, but it grows stronger all the time. I'm excited to see what the next eleven years will bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff started his masters in the fall. At first it seemed so hard because he had so much to do, but now that we are in the swing of things it's flying by. He only has one year left! He is also taking on a new challenge. He left Ferguson after several years and was asked to work for Morrison, Ferguson's competitor. His first day was today! He's really excited and hopes that he can make some great changes for the Lubbock branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to finish another year at Cavazos. This has been a really tough year in LISD. We are making a lot of changes and I hope they are going to pay off. I really need my summer, just a few weeks stand between me and PK. I got a new car this year. Not really planned, just had to happen. I finally got what I've been wanting for several years now.&lt;br /&gt;Candice is about three months pregnant, so I'll be an Aunt again in Oct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah turned four in March. It's amazing how much he has changed. He's writing his name, can get completely ready for school, (except for fixing his hair) riding a bike, swimming, and so much more. He's turning into a kid, instead of a baby. It's bittersweet for me. It's nice that he can do things for himself, but at the same time I'm going to miss my baby boy. This fall he will start full time preK. One more year before REAL school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, what can I say. She's getting prettier every day. She is a MAJOR drama queen. I think she'll have the terrible two's more than Noah did. She's slowly talking more, but Noah still does a lot of her talking. We are going to have to work on that. I'm getting ready to put her in a big girl bed. She's going to us my Great-Grandmother's bed, that was built in 1920. I'm having her bedding made, I can't wait to see it all put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with summer around the corner I'll have time to update more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8581476304673767364?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8581476304673767364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8581476304673767364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8581476304673767364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8581476304673767364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-type.html' title='Long Time, No Type!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/S9738Jgz-sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8NUs7SkhDBI/s72-c/Easter+Noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-6440825489280642360</id><published>2009-08-03T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:50:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Snc_Sy7NknI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AD1Q1WbZ1rI/s1600-h/IMG_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365827073175556722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Snc_Sy7NknI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AD1Q1WbZ1rI/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I can't believe that we are in the first week of August. I obviously have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; about blogging this summer. I have spent most of my time at the lake. The kids have grown so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah is now a swimmer! After a summer of lessons he is jumping off in the deep end and swimming to the ladder. This makes swimming with him so much more enjoyable. He is swimming on his own in the lake too, but with a life jacket. I have great pictures on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie has grown a ton! She's still not talking as much as Noah was at her age, but the doctor says her hearing is above normal and Noah is just talking for her so she doesn't feel the need to. She's going to start going to the same school that Noah goes to later this month. I think it's going to be hard at first, but she'll love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I've been making cakes this summer! I'm including a picture of my favorite one. I made it for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party. I also have been able to spend some time away from the kids this summer, which is always nice. I went to Dallas and had a TON of fun with my awesome friends and snuck in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt; Top concert while I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this past weekend we had a child free weekend at the lake with all of my friends. Great times. I'll be starting work in a week and a half. It's a bitter-sweet feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff is starting his masters this month. I'm dreading it but I'm glad he's getting it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I feel like I have just rambled on. I hear Natalie so I better post this and get out of the basement! &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/4509912940306032121-6440825489280642360?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6440825489280642360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=6440825489280642360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6440825489280642360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6440825489280642360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-summer.html' title='What a Summer!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Snc_Sy7NknI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AD1Q1WbZ1rI/s72-c/IMG_4162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-7388970907565927535</id><published>2009-06-01T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:37:12.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Pics and Other Junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342425260210984370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQbeAHzFbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dc3KzlY_BWA/s320/IMG_8482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQdQnqqTnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q5U_FInCuuA/s1600-h/IMG_8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342427229331279474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQdQnqqTnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q5U_FInCuuA/s320/IMG_8441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQc4cNc6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/h08xNuI74BQ/s1600-h/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426813939116290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQc4cNc6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/h08xNuI74BQ/s320/IMG_8432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQch5QIs9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kpqT6L769Hw/s1600-h/IMG_8433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426426598011858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQch5QIs9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kpqT6L769Hw/s320/IMG_8433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQcNDYSM7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bp4FBQyuCS0/s1600-h/IMG_8407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426068539290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQcNDYSM7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bp4FBQyuCS0/s320/IMG_8407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from Lauren's camera. I have some on mine but I'm too lazy to download them. These were taken at someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; house, where we had dinner. I feel like it's been forever since I've written. Natalie had her baby pageant and came in first in photo and in the beauty pageant all in her age division of course. Her personality is really starting to shine. I call her my organizer...I'll be missing things because she puts them where she thinks they belong. She so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noah is getting so big. Over Memorial Day weekend he figured out how to go over the cattle guard in his Power Wheel Jeep, start the "mule" and put it into gear, and run golf carts into peoples cars! He has a thing for cars, and I guess he comes by it honestly. He starts swimming lessons tomorrow. He took private lessons last year so I'm not too worried about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my first official day off. I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but I'll get into a routine just in time to go back to work. When Noah gets done with swimming lessons I plan on going to the lake for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also finished a one month course on cake decorating. It was really fun and I learned a lot. I'll try to post some pics of my cakes. I plan on taking the level two class in the fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess that's a quick enough update. I hear Natalie on the monitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-7388970907565927535?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7388970907565927535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=7388970907565927535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7388970907565927535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7388970907565927535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day-pics-and-other-junk.html' title='Memorial Day Pics and Other Junk'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SiQbeAHzFbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dc3KzlY_BWA/s72-c/IMG_8482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-1596650074903933712</id><published>2009-05-09T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:48:47.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have thirteen days left in my fourth year of teaching! I attended the eighth grade banquet on Friday night. It was really nice to see all of the kids dressed up. I can remember mine like it was yesterday. I'm glad I stuck around a while to hang out with some of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, there should be no such thing as terrible twos...Three is worse. Noah is learning how to push the limits. He's driving me crazy one minute and then he's the perfect child the next. I'm ready for this stage to pass. Natalie is sick right now with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; cough! I didn't sleep more than two hours last night. She needs to get well soon. Next Sunday is a big day for her. She won first place in her age group in the Lubbock Baby Pageant so next Sunday she'll be competing against the other first place winners for cutest overall! She also won first place in the photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; with the angel picture, and cutest curls award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candice and I are out of ideas for my dad for Father's Day. So.....We had our pictures taken professionally. He doesn't now it yet, but this is his Father's Day present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope all is well with everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY_Cc0qaRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fUXdyq9IGaM/s1600-h/Candice+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020119996295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY_Cc0qaRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fUXdyq9IGaM/s320/Candice+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-91ifsRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UzCDD-YEZ-I/s1600-h/Candice+and+I+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020040731635986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-91ifsRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UzCDD-YEZ-I/s320/Candice+and+I+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-42TYYZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zNRiJJgFrt0/s1600-h/Candice+and+I+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019955037331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-42TYYZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zNRiJJgFrt0/s320/Candice+and+I+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-0OE2MgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Jr3CGNbXT84/s1600-h/Candice+and+I+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019875519476226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-0OE2MgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Jr3CGNbXT84/s320/Candice+and+I+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-vWWSJgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/citOAVl0DZU/s1600-h/Candice+and+I+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019791840749058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY-vWWSJgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/citOAVl0DZU/s320/Candice+and+I+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-1596650074903933712?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1596650074903933712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=1596650074903933712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/1596650074903933712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/1596650074903933712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-update.html' title='Just An Update'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SgY_Cc0qaRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fUXdyq9IGaM/s72-c/Candice+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-7947657688196506081</id><published>2009-04-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:22:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's just "that time of the year". I think I'm officially burned out. We have five weeks left of school and the kids have "checked out" so to speak. They are physically there, but not mentally. We have our state exams next week and I know that after that discipline will go up and averages will go down. There is just not much that I can do about that. It's frustrating because we are expected to fail only so many students, but like I have said in the past, I refuse to pass a student who doesn't deserve to pass. With all this being said, if anyone has any ideas on how to motivate seventh and eighth graders the last month of school give me a shout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got the lake itch really bad. I'm ready to go! Natalie is walking now, which will make my summer a lot easier for the most part. Tonight we played in the backyard and I didn't have to carry her anywhere! She played all by herself. Awesomeness. She's only taking one bottle, at night. I love giving it to her and it's me that's not letting go. We are not going to have anymore children so I'm holding to the last parts of her being a baby. She has a beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; coming up this Sunday that I'm really excited about, so wish us luck with that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noah is also doing well. He's been fully potty trained now for a little over a month. He loves school so I'm going to let him keep going this summer. He's gotten so easy and it really makes me look forward to the future. Last summer was just really hard for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I think I need to fold some laundry or do something productive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-7947657688196506081?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7947657688196506081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=7947657688196506081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7947657688196506081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7947657688196506081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/burned-out.html' title='Burned Out!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-1430855398727398947</id><published>2009-04-14T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:12:45.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great Easter! It was Natalie's first. She was actually kind of fussy so you'll see some paci action in some of these pictures. Natalie was walking some on Sunday, but today she really took off! Noah also started walking on April 14th two years ago. Weird huh? You can also tell her hair is really thickening up...I'm out of energy to write a good blog. I hope everyone has a great rest of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324750474567516898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVQWEowguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iQz9wjOQ2Ws/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324749914606131234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVP1enj2CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1iO-Hwxcikc/s320/Our+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324749593919815234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVPiz9-_kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TnvhY0BVdlc/s320/trim+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324749283242758834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVPQumzUrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w-TktMH9Rzo/s320/Trim+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, Noah, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324748962221893074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVO-CtdpdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YSEiFXNs1-o/s320/Trim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-1430855398727398947?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1430855398727398947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=1430855398727398947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/1430855398727398947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/1430855398727398947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SeVQWEowguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iQz9wjOQ2Ws/s72-c/IMG_3929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-4411669202426745115</id><published>2009-04-01T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:02:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie's First Letter</title><content type='html'>Princess Natalie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It was just a few days away from Thanksgiving. Your father and I sat in the waiting room anxiously waiting to be called back. We were finally going to find out if we were going to have a boy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;          I didn’t have to ask myself whether or not I would love you. It didn’t matter what you were, I knew that I would love you without doubts, questions, or expectations. The sonogram technician rolled over my stomach several times before she finally asked “Do you want to know what you are having?”&lt;br /&gt;          I said “Well, of course!”&lt;br /&gt;          When she said we were having a girl I could immediately feel myself holding back tears, tears of joy. I’m not much to cry in front of others. Well, try as I might it wasn’t happening, tears seemed to spring from my eyes. I was already so full of love for your brother, but at that very moment my heart expanded.&lt;br /&gt;          Five months later, you were finally placed in my arms. Your perfection was literally breath-taking. You were, and still are, an amazing baby, always so content.&lt;br /&gt;          Within a few months your dark eyes shifted into the clearest, purest, blue that I have ever seen. I immediately became infatuated with them, and they still have me hypnotized today. To me your beauty is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;          Of course another perk to having you is the shopping. I’ve actually gotten in a lot of trouble over the money that I’ve spent on you. Every beautiful dress, crazy bow, cute shoes, and adorable outfit just has to belong to you! We have many of those days to come, just don’t tell your father!&lt;br /&gt;          If you ask the people I work with, they will tell you that I cannot wait to get home from work and see you. My heart aches when I’m not with you. Natalie, I love you so much and I’m so VERY proud to be your mother. You have changed my life for the better and I thank God for you everyday. I’m looking forward to the year to come. I’m so excited that I get to be a part of your life. Happy first birthday my princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-4411669202426745115?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4411669202426745115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=4411669202426745115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/4411669202426745115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/4411669202426745115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/natalies-first-letter.html' title='Natalie&apos;s First Letter'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-3758453438055391983</id><published>2009-03-29T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:48:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote this letter to Noah for his third birthday, but it's been on my Mom's computer and I just haven't gotten around to going over there and getting it to put on here! Anyway, here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prince Noah,                                             February 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I don’t know if anyone will ever be able to put into words what love truly is. Shortly after your second birthday your sister joined us. There were many times that I wondered how I would be able to love both of you as much as I do now. Within a short period of time I just realized that God had the ability to stretch my heart to fit my love for the both of you. In a way I guess he was showing me how much he loves us. Who knew it would expand even more?&lt;br /&gt;       Yesterday morning your father left you and me in bed together when he left for work. I woke up about 8:15, surprised that your sister was letting us sleep in so late! I rolled over and put my arms around you. I was sure that you were dead asleep, but you softly spoke. You whispered, “I love you Mommy, very much.”&lt;br /&gt;       I’m sure that my heart grew at least twice its size! It’s not that you had never told me that you loved me, it’s just the way you said it! Then you rolled over, blinked several times, smiled, and exclaimed “It’s Saturday!”&lt;br /&gt;       I guess you saw that it was daylight out and I wasn’t leaving for work. We got up, got ready, and Lauren and I took you for your favorite meal at Yamagata’s.&lt;br /&gt;       Over this past year you have done so many things that are so memorable. I wish I had enough time and ink to write them all down. All of these things have shown me how fast you are going to grow up right before my very eyes. One thing you need to realize is that no matter how old you get you will always, always, be my baby boy. So, go ahead and grow up, but don’t forget that I will always expect you to be as lovable as you are on this very day.&lt;br /&gt;       In a few weeks you will be turning three and I’m excited to see the changes that will come for you, my Prince, in the following year.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-3758453438055391983?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3758453438055391983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=3758453438055391983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3758453438055391983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3758453438055391983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wrote-this-letter-to-noah-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8534345625252212173</id><published>2009-03-23T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:18:46.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Really Been Three Weeks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it's been three weeks since I have written! Jeff and I were out of pocket for almost ten days. We celebrated our ten-year anniversary by taking a cruise in the Caribbean. It was unbelievable, but I'm really tired. I missed my kids too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below I have posted some pictures from Natalie's one-year-old photo shoot. I am really impressed with her pictures. Her actual birthday is on April first. Well, I'm off to bed. I have to catch up on some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316586843680510786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchPkNsXk0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_SyFSNRU328/s320/Angel+Natalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQRlx26yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6B0DPaxHWpM/s1600-h/Crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587623240100642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQRlx26yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6B0DPaxHWpM/s320/Crib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQKQz_ODI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DmE1SMP5nCY/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587497352804402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQKQz_ODI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DmE1SMP5nCY/s320/Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQDXZn3iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uN8Lp6OtFNQ/s1600-h/Admiring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587378862186018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchQDXZn3iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uN8Lp6OtFNQ/s320/Admiring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchP92d6vEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EaG_JKoXXnk/s1600-h/Admiring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587284122483778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchP92d6vEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EaG_JKoXXnk/s320/Admiring2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchP3FZnOgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ionjgWiXVbI/s1600-h/What.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587167871875586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchP3FZnOgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ionjgWiXVbI/s320/What.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchPrsiFA0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/A-twC9xwhh0/s1600-h/Antique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316586972217934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchPrsiFA0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/A-twC9xwhh0/s320/Antique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8534345625252212173?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8534345625252212173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8534345625252212173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8534345625252212173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8534345625252212173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-really-been-three-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s Really Been Three Weeks?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SchPkNsXk0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_SyFSNRU328/s72-c/Angel+Natalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-5699727794300240285</id><published>2009-03-01T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:24:03.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Turns Three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateaxwcBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fRkPxr3S-YY/s1600-h/Sweet+Boy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440399912371202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateaxwcBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fRkPxr3S-YY/s320/Sweet+Boy!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateW9HutbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VLuivgvDLZE/s1600-h/Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440334243378610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateW9HutbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VLuivgvDLZE/s320/Train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SatePl7YfnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UFfib8YvoAE/s1600-h/Sweet+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440207758491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SatePl7YfnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UFfib8YvoAE/s320/Sweet+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie really wasn't supposed to be getting her pictures made. Her's are next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateH36nuyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/prf2mfIUm4E/s1600-h/Crawling+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440075148180258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateH36nuyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/prf2mfIUm4E/s320/Crawling+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crawling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateD76i9sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EZtsTMl79LM/s1600-h/Nat+and+Mom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440007502132930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateD76i9sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EZtsTMl79LM/s320/Nat+and+Mom+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to be in any! I didn't even have any lipstick on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd_Cr1DWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LLRmq5KGcMI/s1600-h/Go+Tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308439923420106082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd_Cr1DWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LLRmq5KGcMI/s320/Go+Tech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fight Raiders Fight! He almost knows the whole fight song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd6PANB8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1y1Nppu9rKI/s1600-h/Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308439840827443138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd6PANB8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1y1Nppu9rKI/s320/Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My All-American Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd0B7GC-I/AAAAAAAAADw/MigWsmiW45U/s1600-h/Flag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308439734237137890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/Satd0B7GC-I/AAAAAAAAADw/MigWsmiW45U/s320/Flag+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SatdvxaoIkI/AAAAAAAAADo/ldgcbTZeYHk/s1600-h/Crack+me+up!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308439661086515778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SatdvxaoIkI/AAAAAAAAADo/ldgcbTZeYHk/s320/Crack+me+up!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crack me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah had his three-year-old pictures made yesterday. He will be three on March tenth. Time has gone by so fast. Natalie was asleep most of the time, but when she woke up a few shots ended up in her direction. Then some how I got stuck in the way too. Oh well. Her actual pictures are next weekend and I just can't wait. Amber Kirk is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-5699727794300240285?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5699727794300240285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=5699727794300240285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/5699727794300240285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/5699727794300240285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/noahs-turns-three.html' title='Noah&apos;s Turns Three!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SateaxwcBAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fRkPxr3S-YY/s72-c/Sweet+Boy!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-7142272011790188372</id><published>2009-02-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:56:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should We Let Them Fail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always despised my peers that copied off of each other in college. What if those same people went on to be my doctor one day, or even worse one of my kids' doctors? I would hate to think that they cheated their way through med school. What if they did just enough to get by and the professors just passed them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Educators are faced with many controversial topics. One of them is passing students on when they don't deserve it. I personally feel that a student should get the grade they deserve. If they got a 65 for the year, I'm sorry, but they have failed and they deserve to complete the grade over. When a student is in the fifth and eight grades they are supposed to pass a state test before they can move on to the next grade. They have three chances to pass it. Very few are actually held back. The students have figured out the system and many of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; do not care if they pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; classes, because they know that if they go to three weeks of summer school, just show up, they will be passed on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the teachers give them the seventy because they know that failing them isn't going to make a difference anyway. I'm not a cold hearted woman, I do pass students who have 69s in my class, and sometimes even a 68 will get bumped up if I have observed that the student was really trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a parent I want to know what my child's real grade is. I don't want Noah and Natalie to be passed just because...I want to know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; real grades are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope that my doctors, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;veterinarians&lt;/span&gt;, engineers, teachers, nurses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pharmacists&lt;/span&gt;, and so on were not just passed just because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done with my soap box for today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-7142272011790188372?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7142272011790188372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=7142272011790188372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7142272011790188372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7142272011790188372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-we-let-them-fail.html' title='Should We Let Them Fail?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-2536704937582771572</id><published>2009-02-17T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:48:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent and Mr. Lovey Dovey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZshGt3NvhI/AAAAAAAAADg/69CAOqxEsOY/s1600-h/nat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303869385433005586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZshGt3NvhI/AAAAAAAAADg/69CAOqxEsOY/s320/nat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of Noah's balls and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing with it. Noah wasn't too happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZsgvMpDQXI/AAAAAAAAADI/_ZKdbgVTVCU/s1600-h/Nat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303868981378236786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZsgvMpDQXI/AAAAAAAAADI/_ZKdbgVTVCU/s320/Nat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie wants to play outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303869098531731170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZsg2BEntuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KlukkFSby18/s320/Noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303869261493200482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZsg_gJqZmI/AAAAAAAAADY/QgluSftwdaA/s320/Nat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Playing with the monitor. Crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that Noah and Natalie might just be opposites. When Noah was born he had really bad colic. He cried a lot and he had to be held all of the time. He will be three in a few weeks and he still loves to be held. When we put him in our laps he'll play with our faces in a loving way. He loves to give bear, bee, and cat hugs, making the noises as he hugs you. You have to give him a kiss and an Eskimo kiss too, or you can't leave the house. He's content laying on the couch in the evenings and cuddling with me. On weekend mornings he loves to get in bed with us and fall back asleep. He'll cuddle right up against us. He's my lovey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is so different! She's trying to learn to walk and she's Miss Independent! She wants to be down on the floor and into something at all times. She really doesn't prefer to just be held unless she wants to be rocked to sleep. She puts EVERYTHING in her mouth. I've lost her several times and I'll find her in places such as the pantry and Noah's closet. She LOVES my shoes. She goes into my closet, pulls up on the shelf, and walks the shelves until she's pulled down all of my shoes. She wants to eat our food and she prefers to hold her own spoon.&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my Miss Independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-2536704937582771572?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2536704937582771572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=2536704937582771572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/2536704937582771572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/2536704937582771572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-independent-and-mr-lovey-dovey.html' title='Miss Independent and Mr. Lovey Dovey'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SZshGt3NvhI/AAAAAAAAADg/69CAOqxEsOY/s72-c/nat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-7124081205108448094</id><published>2009-02-10T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:33:51.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Man Cave"</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting in the "man cave" and I'm being questioned because I'm not watching the big ass television, I'm on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my house officially has a man cave. Over the weekend my basement magically gained a sleeper sofa, club chair, ottoman, new surround sound, and oh yes, a big screen. I guess we have been married ten years so it was only a matter of time before this happened. Not only have I lost my husband to the man cave I have lost my three-year-old son too. Superman and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Speedracer&lt;/span&gt; are just not as good unless they are watched in the man cave. Just ask Noah.&lt;br /&gt;(You might just catch me watching Gone In 60 Seconds down there.)&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Sweat family news, Noah is almost potty trained! He is doing so good. He has a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; that he takes with him to the potty when we are at home and he has to go potty first before Noah will. I get so tickled at him. He loves his baby sister, but on Sunday Morning we were all laying in our bed and Natalie started crawling on Noah. Noah turned to her and said "Natalie, you are driving me nuts!" I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is talking and cruising around the furniture. She should be walking in no time! I love my babies so much it's indescribable. They are my life and I wouldn't change anything about them. God knew what he was doing when he blessed me with my two "munchkins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big upcoming event is Noah's party. He's having a Pirate Ship party! I can't wait. I love planning the kids parties. Then Natalie has her one-year pictures. I bought her some angel wings. I can't wait for Amber to work her photography magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone has a good rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-7124081205108448094?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7124081205108448094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=7124081205108448094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7124081205108448094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/7124081205108448094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-cave.html' title='The &quot;Man Cave&quot;'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8014468131966056412</id><published>2009-01-28T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:18:42.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made a decision. As soon as school let's out in 16 weeks, I'm packing up my stuff and I'm out of here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the lake so much that my heart aches. Almost every song that I hear reminds me of it. If I eat anything that we ate this past summer I think of the lake. I miss waking up and giving Natalie her bottle on the front porch as the sun comes up. I miss watching the sun go down as the water calms down for for the evening and turns into a glass-like state. I can't wait to have the boat dock rock me to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss the jet skis and laying out on the back of the boat. I can't wait to watch Noah play on the edge of our land and splash in the water. I can't wait to swim with him off the boat dock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie will be walking this year so she can play in the water too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Possum Kingdom is my get away, my release. After the May days are gone so am I. If you want to find me then head to PK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. ACDC rocked our faces off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8014468131966056412?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8014468131966056412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8014468131966056412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8014468131966056412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8014468131966056412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-5540429047486021375</id><published>2009-01-21T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:06:17.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Doc Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I got the results back from my lab and the doctor says I'm normal, at least my blood is anyway. The only thing is that she wants me to go on a low dose anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;depressant&lt;/span&gt; for stress. Don't get me wrong, many people take these drugs and they help them out a lot. I just know of too many people that have been changed in a negative why because of them. I have made the decision to deal with my stress without drugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie stopped throwing up over the weekend but she was diagnosed with RSV on Monday. The doctor thinks she may have caught it in the hospital last week. Now we have to give her breathing treatments every three to four hours. She's much better today though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward to my weekend of freedom in Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-5540429047486021375?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5540429047486021375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=5540429047486021375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/5540429047486021375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/5540429047486021375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-doc-says.html' title='What the Doc Says...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-3767240391098284432</id><published>2009-01-16T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:30:46.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SXDo8LGzBfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J3seVojhG74/s1600-h/Nine+Months2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291985682631427570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SXDo8LGzBfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J3seVojhG74/s320/Nine+Months2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; This is Natalie on New Years Day at nine months old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels like a ten pound bowling ball right now. I'm so tired that my head could fall on this keyboard and I think I'd sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this all started on Sunday. Natalie started throwing up Sunday night. My parents usually help us a whole lot but they are on a cruise, so I had to stay home from work with her. I HATE missing work. Anyway, she continued to throw up and by Wednesday night my pediatrician sent us to the hospital for IV fluids. The thought of needles makes my head spin and having them hold down my daughter and put one in her tiny hand was much worse. I cried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she seems to be doing better so I hope that we are over the worst of that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I had to go get my blood drawn yesterday. I've lost almost fifteen pounds in less than a month and I'm not dieting or working out. My size fours are falling off of me. I'm also losing my hair, and walking around in a zombie like state. My mom thinks I might have a thyroid issue so I'm getting it checked out. I should know the results of that next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to put things in perspective and remember that God is the Captain of my ship and he's not going to lead me into a storm that he can't bring me out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have several things that I'm looking forward to. A week from today I'll be seeing ACDC! The second best band ever, next to Aerosmith. I'm looking forward to seeing my "Dallas" friends and having a weekend away. Then Jeffery and I will have our ten year anniversary on February the sixth. Noah's birthday party is the first weekend in March and Natalie's is the first weekend in April, and then of course there's our CRUISE over spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can keep myself and everyone else well so I can enjoy these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since Christmas I have given in and started reading the Twilight series. My kids at school are all over that stuff! I'm just finishing the third book. Needless to say I'm addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-3767240391098284432?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3767240391098284432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=3767240391098284432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3767240391098284432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3767240391098284432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SXDo8LGzBfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J3seVojhG74/s72-c/Nine+Months2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8851591921732587550</id><published>2009-01-05T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:31:19.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Well Thought Out</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel like such a slacker! I was off for two weeks and didn't get a post in. I really want to post some more pictures of the kids but blogspot doesn't make it easy. If you have myspace or facebook check them out there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back at work today and I have six minutes left in my conference. I just thought I'd let everyone know that we did have an awesome Christmas. Noah was so much fun! Yesterday as we were driving down the road he said "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;I responded with "What's wrong with what baby?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "Where are all the Christmas lights?"&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad. It makes me want to do it all over again just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January sucks. Jeffery has inventory and he has to work a lot and there's just not a whole lot going on. We have our cruise in two months so at least we are getting closer to that. The kids are not ready to be back. It's going to take a few weeks to get everyone back in the swing of things. I'm sad to say that I'm already ready for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was quick and not well thought out. I hope everyone has a great day. I have two minutes left of freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8851591921732587550?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8851591921732587550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8851591921732587550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8851591921732587550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8851591921732587550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-well-thougth-out.html' title='Not Well Thought Out'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-606864709726554270</id><published>2008-12-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:56:35.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gave Birth to a Jumping Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My flopping fish girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SVJo1j656II/AAAAAAAAACo/fTLi3n31sf4/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400582243674242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SVJo1j656II/AAAAAAAAACo/fTLi3n31sf4/s320/IMG_2850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like the worst mother in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has become very clingy lately. She wants me to hold her and no one else. It's ridiculous! Anyway, last night she was in the bath. I turned my back for two seconds to put her bow in her closet, which is in her bathroom. I hear a thud! Natalie had jumped out of the bathtub! The poor thing was wet, naked, and crying. She had bumped her head. I was so worried that she'd have a bruise on her forehead for her first Christmas. Luckily she has a very faint one that I can hardly see. You would have to be really looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, she is standing up a lot. Actually she prefers to stand. She's even standing on her own some and has taken a step on her own. She doesn't crawl, so I guess she's going to skip that!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie had her second playdate with Kelly's daughter Ellee. She was still obsessed with touching her face. We also invited Staci's daughter Addison. She's the oldest. They were too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283401088897005938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SVJpTDWeOXI/AAAAAAAAACw/15Ps3QDiO8E/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone has a great Christmas. I will update with new pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-606864709726554270?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/606864709726554270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=606864709726554270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/606864709726554270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/606864709726554270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-gave-birth-to-jumping-fish.html' title='I Gave Birth to a Jumping Fish!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SVJo1j656II/AAAAAAAAACo/fTLi3n31sf4/s72-c/IMG_2850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-6339290935359555296</id><published>2008-12-12T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:54:41.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that feeling when you wake up and it's light outside? Great feeling right? Only if you know you don't have to be anywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeffery stayed in Odessa last night for work and the kids spent the night with my parents. I got home around ten and managed to stay up past midnight doing stuff around the house. I set the alarm for five in the morning hoping to get up early to clean the bathrooms before I got ready for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, when I woke up and saw the sun blazing through my windows my heart stopped. I sat up as fast as I could, turned my clock around and saw that it was 7:58! I have to be at work at 8:15! I called the front office and started rambling on about my alarm clock. I forgot to tell them who it was. Our secretary was laughing really hard as she said "Is this Danielle?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say I didn't get the bathrooms clean. I got to work about 9:25, just in time for second period. I figured everone would be mad at me because they had to cover my first period and scramble around for me. Complete opposite. I've been picked on all day. Do I have matching socks on? Did I even change my underwear? They have been calling my room and saying that they have my wake up calls lined up for next week. Jeez...I guess I'd rather be picked on than everyone be mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great ending to a crazy week. The last two weeks before Christmas are the worst as far as kids behavior goes. I think they have multiple personality disorders. On Tuesday I was ready for a whole bottle of Crown when I got home. By Thursday they were fine. They've even been good today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we have a formal party for the Home Builders Association. I'm excited that I get to get dressed up, but my mom just called and said that Natalie is trying to get sick. Great, now I get to worry about her the whole time I'm out tonight. Tomorrow morning my sister graduates from Tech at nine. Then I have Addison's birthday party that afternoon and the Polar Express tomorrow night. We are taking the kids to look at lights in the motor home on Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The holidays are so crazy, but it just wouldn't be the same if it wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and someone spilled the beans about my saxophone. Now I have been asked to play it at our faculty Christmas party next week. So sometime this weekend I have to practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random post, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-6339290935359555296?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6339290935359555296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=6339290935359555296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6339290935359555296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6339290935359555296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-week.html' title='What a Week!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8307772358321863714</id><published>2008-12-07T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:09:06.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the kids to see Santa today. My dad's retired math teacher is the Santa at Holland Gardens. He's great. He's seen Noah every year now, and until this year Noah has cried. He is so excited about Christmas this year. It's kind of nice. As an adult I think some of the Christmas traditions lose their "glow" so to speak. With kids all of the excitment comes back. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277275206575216034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STyl1xXkVaI/AAAAAAAAABw/MIYHjYM2Niw/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Noah getting his first glance at Santa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277273971160425794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STykt3FupUI/AAAAAAAAABo/4ROxHJz0OCw/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Natalie with a little half smile while we were waiting in line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277276705942580690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STynNC8mrdI/AAAAAAAAACA/OGUWbQWmmDI/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277281688408258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STyrvEE_dhI/AAAAAAAAACg/lIt9uuvQVmU/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noah getting his Candy Cane. I love the look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277278399871792738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STyovpUzNmI/AAAAAAAAACI/dfoVkcXJhzc/s320/IMG_2677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course Noah wouldn't smile for the camera with his sissy in Santa's lap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277281069175467170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STyrLBQY7KI/AAAAAAAAACY/YM2eFGizOqw/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time with the kids today. I hope that everyone takes the time to realize how blessed we all are. The more I talk to my students the more I realize how easy I have always had it. I actually have one girl that I want to come live with me. She said she would love to, but she would be scared of Jeff. I asked her why, and she said she was scared of all men. That comment made me my eyes sting as they filled with tears. That means that every man she has had in her life has abused her in some way, shape, form, or fashion. I wish we could protect them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8307772358321863714?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8307772358321863714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8307772358321863714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8307772358321863714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8307772358321863714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STyl1xXkVaI/AAAAAAAAABw/MIYHjYM2Niw/s72-c/IMG_2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-6424241598009734799</id><published>2008-12-02T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:10:28.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm just way too busy these days. We are finally settled into our home and now it's time for the hustle and bustle of Christmas. Luckily we are done buying. All I have left is a few stocking stuffers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275418981298148226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYNnPWhE4I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZYMweH6UAjA/s320/IMG_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jeff and I on Thanksgiving Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great. My parents took the kids the Saturday before and headed to the lake. Jeffery and I met them down there when I got off on Tuesday. Most of my Dad's family was able to make it. It was nice for all of us to be in the same house. I don't get to see them enough. This is a picture of Noah playing on the boat while the men were fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275418260588597506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYM9Sf-EQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DLE46FxHkTA/s320/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to see Jeff's sister's new home in Aledo. I took some pictures of Natalie and my nephew Bennett. They are just five days apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275417090595063570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYL5L7xhxI/AAAAAAAAABI/HCM3hLEtzcE/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275416374434781554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYLPgB22XI/AAAAAAAAABA/b1Gcb9OFPWE/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Natalie playing on the floor at Heather's.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie became increasingly clingly during the week of Thanksgiving. Now when I leave her side she screams like I'm leaving her for life. When I walk by she reaches up her little arms begging me to pick her up. Instead of this being frustrating, I like it. It's nice to know I'm needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The men spend the entire week fishing. On Saturday Noah caught his first fish. It was so much fun to see his face. He looks like he's crying in this picture, but he wasn't. Jeffery is going to have so much fun this summer with Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275415506899740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYKdANYqDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QaMmqu5CAsQ/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah also got so spend time learning to drive his new Power Wheel Jeep. It's going to stay at the lake this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all we had a great time. I'm really looking forward to Christmas. We are taking Noah and Natalie on the Polar Express on the 13th. I'm sure I'll more pictures to post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, I also had the kids Christmas pictures made. I think it's not too shabby for a two-year-old and and infant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275419699647359090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYORDaUKHI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qo_Wj5qplds/s320/Noah+and+Nat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-6424241598009734799?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6424241598009734799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=6424241598009734799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6424241598009734799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6424241598009734799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/STYNnPWhE4I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZYMweH6UAjA/s72-c/IMG_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-8895723329350567478</id><published>2008-11-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:13:53.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>Over the past ten years I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitly&lt;/span&gt; felt like I am older than everyone else my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery and I will be celebrating our ten year anniversary this February. We started out living with my parents. We didn't go on some lavish vacation after the wedding, we saved our money and put a down payment on a house. Three years after moving into that small, nine hundred square foot house, I get a call from Jeffery. There was a shooting three doors down and he was putting a for sale sign in the front yard! We sold that house fairly quickly and had enough equity to move to a decent side of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our second house we worked hard to make it the best it could be. Cute house! Soon we realized that it wasn't a place we wanted to stay. We were surrounded by renters that could care less about the property they were living in. Not saying that all renters are that way, but you know what I mean...Jeffery was working for the appraisal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;district&lt;/span&gt; making a very small salary and I was about to start student teaching, but we took the leap and went for the third house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the day we closed on the house on 71st. That 1730 square feet seemed so big! The house was repainted, new flooring, and new light fixtures, and we were good to go. GORGEOUS back yard with a hot tub. Something you would see in a magazine, or at least I think so. Then we had Noah and two years later, Natalie. The walls started to shrink. It was mostly because of the way the house was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;layed &lt;/span&gt;out. A lot of square footage in places that weren't used such as the dining room. Anyway, we put the house up for sale. On Monday I went by that house to get something. It was totally empty and for the first time I saw that house as small. It was kind of emotional. We had a lot of memories in that house, including bringing both of our children home to that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know we closed on our most recent house on the 23rd of October. We live in a neighborhood with successful people and tons of kids. Last night as I was shutting down the house and getting ready for bed, I realized how much of an adult I really am. Married for ten years, two kids, a nice home and two nice cars. It's real, &lt;em&gt;official.&lt;/em&gt; It's been that way for a while now, but for some reason this new house is making it more concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to take a second to brag. I don't do this much but I am now, and I'm sure I'll do it again in February. To all of those who said that Jeff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; marriage was a joke, you can crawl in a hole and insert your foot in your mouth, among other things. I'll have another post later on how I feel about true love and how age doesn't always make a difference, but like I said, that is for a later post. I'm so proud of Jeff and I, two college degrees, two beautiful children, a great marriage, nice cars, and a nice house. We have worked hard for what we have, not only for us, but to be honest, to prove everyone wrong. WE MADE IT WORK! I'm so proud of Jeffery and the title that he has at work and how successful he has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. Kid update. I just heard from my mom and Natalie now has two teeth that have broke the skin. She didn't sleep much last night so that must have been why. We have a play date with Ellee and Kelly on Saturday and I'm really looking forward to it. Noah is sleeping well in the new house, but he must be having some adjustment issues. He is so cranky, mostly at night. It could be due to the time change too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have address cards out soon! Kaci made them and they are soooo cute. If I don't have your address email it to me. &lt;a href="mailto:ttubutterfly@hotmail.com"&gt;ttubutterfly@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I just did a lot of rambling. Oh well, I'm on my conference period and I better get back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-8895723329350567478?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8895723329350567478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=8895723329350567478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8895723329350567478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/8895723329350567478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up-and-other-stuff.html' title='Growing Up and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-6194098109031287129</id><published>2008-10-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:05:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I talk to my eighth graders about passing their TAKS test so they can go to high school, they all look at me like May is so far away we'll NEVER get there! Little do they know huh? I can remember being that age and sometimes it did seem like the weeks just crawled by. Now that I look back, we all know how fast life is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was packing up Natalie's clothes that she has already outgrown. This includes her preemie stuff. When she was born she was right at six pounds and so small that newborn clothes would not fit her. She was sitting on the floor playing so I held the pajamas up to her. They were smaller than her back! Natalie is our last baby so it made it even harder to put away those clothes. Hopefully soon my sister will be getting them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Noah was an infant time went by fast, but not this fast. If you have kids, but you haven't had a second one, just wait! It will bring you to tears. We should NEVER take for life granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we close on our new house this Thursday! I'm so excited I could burst. I can't wait to post pictures. Don't expect much from me for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah and Natalie's proofs should be done in about a week and I can't wait for everyone to see those too. I have one back and I think it's just to die for, but I guess I'm a little bias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809005378722338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SP6YbDf_2iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vw0H9KAcJZU/s320/Natalie!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-6194098109031287129?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6194098109031287129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=6194098109031287129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6194098109031287129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/6194098109031287129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SP6YbDf_2iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vw0H9KAcJZU/s72-c/Natalie!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509912940306032121.post-3331328587789360711</id><published>2008-10-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:27:32.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy!</title><content type='html'>It's as if I don't have enough to do on the internet. I've been blogging on myspace and facebook now for a while, but I'm now crazy enough to join blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Sweat family has a lot going on. We close on the house we currently live in this Friday. Natalie has her six month pictures on Saturday and Noah is getting his done on Sunday! I should be packing this weekend but I'm really excited about these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close on the new house on the 23rd, and week from Thursday. We won't be able to move in for a few weeks because we have a little bit of remodeling we need to do. We are really excited about having more room to spread out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and Natalie have really grown fond of eachother. Some of you may have seen my pictures from last night of them in the tub. Natalie takes a bath in a blow up duck so Noah got in the BIG tub next to her to play. The pictures are funny because he's in his clothes but it looks like he's in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be packing or grading papers, but like I said I'm crazy and I decided I needed on more place to keep my blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509912940306032121-3331328587789360711?l=sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3331328587789360711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509912940306032121&amp;postID=3331328587789360711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3331328587789360711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509912940306032121/posts/default/3331328587789360711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033654185451185870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_5wrSQCYzM/SRUsDb8T5sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8LIXcwyMdLI/S220/Crop+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
