<?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-7499466896924672469</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:41:27.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Cents</title><subtitle type='html'>"When I'm one hundred, I'm going to sleep in."
-Skylar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7485809994449730150</id><published>2012-01-19T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:21:46.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD2gxsBpff0/TxjpM2eQIiI/AAAAAAAADao/SDhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhttp:http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif//www.blogger.com/img/blank.giflhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifS6heP0v8/s1600/berrypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD2gxsBpff0/TxjpM2eQIiI/AAAAAAAADao/SDlS6heP0v8/s400/berrypic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699561735427465762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart has entered his parakeet, Berry, in WITN's Cutest Pet contest. They would sure appreciate your vote!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://witntv.upickem.net/engine/Details.aspx?c=47645&amp;amp;p=V&amp;amp;s=15842855" target="_blank"&gt;http://witntv.upickem.net/&lt;wbr&gt;engine/Details.aspx?contestid=&lt;wbr&gt;47645&amp;amp;pagetype=VOTING&amp;amp;&lt;wbr&gt;SubmissionID=15842855&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://witntv.upickem.net/engine/Details.aspx?c=47645&amp;amp;p=V&amp;amp;s=15842855"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7485809994449730150?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7485809994449730150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7485809994449730150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7485809994449730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7485809994449730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2012/01/cutest-pet.html' title='Cutest Pet'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD2gxsBpff0/TxjpM2eQIiI/AAAAAAAADao/SDlS6heP0v8/s72-c/berrypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6334708680692230872</id><published>2011-11-30T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:59:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu's Two Cents</title><content type='html'>Lucy and I were having a disagreement over her clothing today (as usual). She didn't want to wear the shirt that came with a shirt-and-pants set her Papa &amp;amp; Nana With the Boo-Boo got her last Christmas. She was trying to convince me that Papa would want her to wear the shirt she picked out for herself (which did not really match). I told her she was a nutjob. She said, "Mom, look. You're a nutjob, and you always be a nutjob." When I started laughing, she said, "No, no. I serious."&lt;br /&gt;Lucy has a pair of pink rain boots that her friend Alyse gave her. She LOVES them! She wore them all summer, even when it was 95 degrees out and humid. She wanted to wear them to church, to the playground, the beach - everywhere. I had to bribe her to wear sandals. So naturally, yesterday when it was raining out and chilly, Lucy refused to wear the rain boots and wanted to wear her Crocs instead. So I had to put my foot down and insist that she wear the darn rain boots. Most of my strife with Lucy comes from disagreements over clothing and shoe choices, and the denial of candy as a breakfast option.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Drake and Blake had a preschool field trip to the firestation yesterday. I took Lulu along and she and Blake held hands a lot of the time. She and Blake say they're going to get married when they're bigger. Before Thanksgiving, Lucy told me she had to share lunch with Blake because they were getting married "tomorrow". When I exclaimed, "Tomorrow?" she recanted, "OK, ok. We get married next week."&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That was close. I'd have never been able to pull off a wedding with a day's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6334708680692230872?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6334708680692230872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6334708680692230872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6334708680692230872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6334708680692230872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2011/11/lulu.html' title='Lulu&apos;s Two Cents'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-310358619596238832</id><published>2011-11-17T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:41:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was abducted by aliens....</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a good excuse for not writing for so long,  but I don't really. I LOVE to write. But too many summer classes + work + kids + stress made me hate to do what I love best. It has taken me over a year to even sit down at a computer for more than a few grudging minutes. What can I say? I have never pretended to be anything other than a basket case. I haven't kept up with my email (sorry, everybody if I ignored your emails!), I haven't posted pictures of my kids, I haven't done any online research that I absolutely didn't have to- nothing. I didn't even download any music. I'm still not convinced I'm over my computer-phobia. If it weren't for my iphone was the only way I stayed connected at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for re-joining the written world is a good one. It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for you, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be able to read all about my crazy days and your sweet/obnoxious grandkids when we can't be there to see you in person. If we could, we'd be there every day. But I know we would drive you crazy, and you would never get any rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really terrible telephone conversationalist, and not much better in person. But I don't mind writing...when I'm not being neurotic about computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dad, I'm doing this for you because I just don't know what else to do. When things get hard, I've always written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I'll see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-310358619596238832?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/310358619596238832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=310358619596238832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/310358619596238832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/310358619596238832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-abducted-by-aliens.html' title='I was abducted by aliens....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3983990534226472314</id><published>2010-09-03T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T05:28:51.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earl is Gone</title><content type='html'>I think we got a big gust of wind at about 2am last night. At least I won't have to water my plants today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3983990534226472314?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3983990534226472314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3983990534226472314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3983990534226472314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3983990534226472314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/earl-is-gone.html' title='Earl is Gone'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5330400211375895425</id><published>2010-09-02T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:45:20.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Earl</title><content type='html'>I don't know if we'll actually get any bad weather from Hurricane Earl or not, but I do know that I risked my life today in extremely dangerous conditions when I made a trip to Walmart for bread and milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5330400211375895425?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5330400211375895425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5330400211375895425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5330400211375895425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5330400211375895425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-for-earl.html' title='Waiting for Earl'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7869884914493451784</id><published>2010-09-01T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:03:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided no more hard classes until my kids are all in school and I can actually take classes on campus. I hate online classes. It's taken me two weeks to get through chapter one of my Medical Terminology class. Unfortunately I have the first four chapters due in about two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7869884914493451784?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7869884914493451784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7869884914493451784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7869884914493451784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7869884914493451784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-decided-no-more-hard-classes-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3497801183947243118</id><published>2010-09-01T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:59:08.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake has a girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>Her name is Cinderella. She wears a blue dress. She goes places with us in the car, eats dinner with us, and does not like naps.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, imaginary girlfriends don't get cranky when they skip their naps.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been successful in getting a picture of the two of them together yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3497801183947243118?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3497801183947243118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3497801183947243118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3497801183947243118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3497801183947243118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/drake-has-girlfriend.html' title='Drake has a girlfriend.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4510382382827242237</id><published>2010-09-01T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:02:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo</title><content type='html'>I feel so weird. I haven't typed for my own enjoyment for months now. My summer online classes completely burned me out and made me hate computers. At one point I seriously did not even check my email for three weeks. If you think I'm kidding, you have no idea how much stress I was under.&lt;br /&gt;But it was such a fun summer once I decided that I was in over my head and started dropping classes. I really hate that I put so much on myself, but at least I know where my priorities really are and that what I thought I wanted to go to school for, I really don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, yea to lessons learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;Skylar is being homeschooled. She just finished placement testing on Monday and yesterday and today we worked on finishing up getting her records sent to Southeast Academy. SEA is an online private school out of VA which we chose to go with rather than trying to go the homeschool route on our own. We pay a small monthly tuition and SEA sets up the curriculum (of which Sky gets to choose several electives) based on her test scores and past school transcript, grades the work (written and online), provides support, keeps the grades, provides the standardized testing and report cards, and a bunch of other stuff I'm leaving out. I'm hoping it will turn out to be a great choice. We just wanted Sky to have the organization and structure of a ready-made curriculum (not reliant upon her parents' poor planning skills), but still have freedom to go as fast or slow as she needs to, focusing on the things she needs or wants to work on. I want to be able to personalize her education to meet her needs, not the needs of public school.&lt;br /&gt;Skylar plans on taking core subjects, as well as Spanish and (maybe next year) French. For her enrichment studies, there are lots of options. The art teacher at her former elementary school offered her the opportunity to come in and work on advanced projects as well as help with the younger art classes. She's getting plenty of PE in her dance classes. She's taking Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Lyrical, Hip Hop, and Pointe. The only other activity I'd like her to have on a regular basis is music. George could definitely help her out there, but we don't have any instruments in the house presently except for our keyboard. Sky said she'd like to take piano lessons, but we are already spending a small fortune on her dance classes. I dropped $150 in one day last week buying her pointe shoes, lyrical shoes, and a leotard. There is no way we can do piano lessons, too. Besides, I'm trying really hard to keep things as simple as possible (yeah right).&lt;br /&gt;Bart and Drake and I are doing karate together. Drake is so cute! He actually does pretty well paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;And Lucy, my "Miss Tippytoes", just had a birthday and is now actually two years old. Lucy dances around the house on tiptoe, just like her big sister, so she acquired the nickname "Miss Tippytoes". Even Drake calls her Miss Tippytoes. It's very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't know if I mentioned it, but since spring we have acquired a dog, two parakeets, and a cockatiel. I'm still not entirely sure how all this came about, but I will tell you it's kind of crazy but cool. The cockatiel is my bird, my early birthday present from George and the kids, and I named him Picasso. He likes to sit on my shoulder or hop down while I'm studying to nibble holes in the pages of my $200 text books. I don't mind at all - I think it's hilarious since the bookstore will only give me $10 for the things anyway, no matter how good the condition is. At least someone is getting some enjoyment from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4510382382827242237?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4510382382827242237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4510382382827242237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4510382382827242237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4510382382827242237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6822073644462885341</id><published>2010-09-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:18:40.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat More Chicken</title><content type='html'>If you feel like hunting and catching your lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://conta.cc/a2mN3k"&gt;http://conta.cc/a2mN3k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6822073644462885341?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://conta.cc/a2mN3k' title='Eat More Chicken'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6822073644462885341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6822073644462885341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6822073644462885341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6822073644462885341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/eat-more-chicken.html' title='Eat More Chicken'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8855082139381579102</id><published>2010-06-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:23:15.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just get a reminder that you need to step back, look around, and remember what's important. After a bad scare with Bart last week, a visit to my psych, one really bad dream involving a drawbridge and being in too big of a hurry, and some tears of sympathy for a couple of friends who have recently lost loved ones, this is what I have determined:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really important to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) My kids - no explanation necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) My husband - since we're stuck with each other for a reallllllllllly long time, we'd better work on our compatibility issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) The people who raised me, changed my diapers, loved me despite knowing me during my "big-hair" phase, or otherwise had to put up with me + hormones (parents, grandparents, siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) Church and friends - they are the people who are really there for you &amp;amp; love you, after your family, of course, but you're not obligated to see them on holidays, special occasions, or buy them gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5) Love - (this one needs some explaining since I've learned it can be translated two completely different ways, depending on whether you speak Female or Male. I do not speak Male, so I have learned by trial and error that Love can also mean Sex in that language. In Female, it almost NEVER means Sex, but usually always means a nice dinner, a movie, cuddling, an evening walk, holding hands, complimentary words, and even a new pair of shoes if you play your cards right---------- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but this actually is probably the most important thing I have learned so far&lt;/span&gt;----------- Love means compromise whatever the language, so you have to be willing to do stuff you don't want to do when you REALLY don't feel like it because you love the other person)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6) Possibly the dog - the jury's still out on that one, he peed on the  laundry hamper today but he does this cute thing where he stands on his back legs and gives "high five"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7) Sanity - it doesn't matter if I get everything done anyway if I get myself committed since the house will just be trashed again by the time they let me out, which leads to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8) Simplicity - if I'm not doing #'s 1-4 (and possibly #5) well, then it's time to cut back on the things that don't matter a hill of beans at the end of the day (this basically includes blogging, So You Think You Can Dance, keeping my toenails painted, and - luckily for me - vacuuming more than once a week). I am also using this one as an excuse for bombing my Precalc class this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wise or anything, but after being with the same person for almost 14 years and raising a kid or four, you begin to notice certain patterns. Plus I just spent three hours in front of this computer doing Anatomy and Physiology homework and am pretty sure this is all a dream anyway!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8855082139381579102?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8855082139381579102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8855082139381579102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8855082139381579102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8855082139381579102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/couple-of-things.html' title='A couple of things'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1042551792019493889</id><published>2010-06-08T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:01:46.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Figures</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't you know it? I decide to grow my hair out a little so that I can put it up in a ponytail on those days when I don't have time to blow dry and flat iron. And of course, my hubby tells me he prefers my hair chin-length like I got it cut last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is after almost fourteen years of telling me that he likes my hair long. I've had it cut chin-length on several occasions before. Did he not notice? Did he black out for several years between 1997 and 2005? I just don't know. Is it because we're getting older? Does getting older mean you have to start liking short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked a cute/sexy bob, but George has never been one for short hair on women.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally rambling, but I'm practically falling asleep at the keyboard after three hours of wading through quadratic equations and linear functions. Nothing makes sense. If my life were a function, it would be  f(x)=-1. Constant, flat, unchanging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1042551792019493889?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1042551792019493889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1042551792019493889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1042551792019493889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1042551792019493889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-figures.html' title='It Figures'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5273595627504484236</id><published>2010-06-08T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:16:22.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brain is mush. I hate parabolas. Math is not a language I'm fluent in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5273595627504484236?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5273595627504484236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5273595627504484236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5273595627504484236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5273595627504484236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/brain-is-mush.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1153654478326764708</id><published>2010-06-05T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:24:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where I went?</title><content type='html'>Yep. The hospital. Well, actually the Express Care, but it's attached to the hospital. Close enough.&lt;br /&gt;That makes the third time I have been there in less than four months. This time, thankfully, it wasn't for Lulu.&lt;br /&gt;I  got bitten by a fire ant on my foot this afternoon, not a big deal. We get fire ant bites all the time. They hurt and itch like heck, but you put Benadryl spray on them and they're gone in a couple of days. This time, two of my toes and the top of my foot swelled up and over the neck half hour or so, I developed horrible itching and hives everywhere. It was so bad, even my scalp and the inside of my ears and my earlobes itched like the devil. My eyelids itched. It was gross. I didn't want to wear clothes because wherever my clothes touched, it was torture.&lt;br /&gt;We had earlier gone to Skylar's non-dress dress rehearsal for her recital, and were headed home to get her ready for her very first school dance. (I don't know if she was excited about it, but I sure was). I was so looking forward to the whole thing - the getting her ready, helping her do her hair and paint her toenails, and giggling on the way over. I had bought her this really cute shirt to wear, and banana yellow nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NOT going to miss this, even if I swelled up like a balloon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was close. By the time we got to the school, I was miserable. I couldn't stop itching for a minute, and the cafeteria where they held the dance was so hot, it was awful. My skin was so red and itchy and you could feel the heat coming off it. Hannah's mom offered to take Sky home for me if I wanted to go to the Urgent Care. At first, I refused to even think about leaving, but as the itching started to spread up my neck and face, I decided to take her up on her offer.&lt;br /&gt;My Express Care experience was not too bad. I didn't even sit down in the waiting room, but was called right into Triage and given a room. While waiting, I got to watch some of Toy Story and The Incredibles on the Family Channel. In between the kids' movies were commercials for the Family Channel's "runaway hit" (their words, not mine), The Secret Life of the American Teenager. In the one commercial alone, the high school kids mentioned two different couples having sex and confronted a teen girl about a pregnancy. It's disgusting. The only thing more disgusting than the dialogue and plot is the acting. Shame on you, Molly Ringwald, for being a part of that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor came in, he said right off that I had had a bad allergic reaction to the insect bite. Luckily, it hadn't affected my breathing. He said that the swelling and itching wouldn't have just gone away by itself, that it likely would've lasted several days. I got a shot and some prednisone and they kept me for a couple of hours until they were sure that the swelling had gone down. I felt much better. I was no longer burning hot and itchy, just tired.&lt;br /&gt;Once the swelling went down, my toe started to HURT!!!!!! And I was starving. Pizza Hut commercials kept coming on to remind me I had not eaten breakfast and had eaten very little lunch and even less dinner. (I had grabbed a couple of pieces of turkey bacon on the way out the door to take Sky to her dance).&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just whiny because I want pizza and even the back side of my ears hurt. Also, I hate fire ants, and I missed out on Skylar's first school dance.  Oh, and I'm mad at George because when I texted him that I was starving and wanted pizza, he texted back "Sorry" and made me make my own canned cream of mushroom soup when I got home. And all of this after I didn't even flinch at helping him keep his junk iced with bags of frozen peas after his vasectomy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1153654478326764708?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1153654478326764708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1153654478326764708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1153654478326764708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1153654478326764708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-where-i-went.html' title='Guess where I went?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1479647287865310502</id><published>2010-06-04T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:47:00.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've dropped off the face of the earth. Honestly, the last two months have been so full. My brain feels like if it has to absorb one more piece of information, it will explode. Kind of like that Spongebob episode where Squidward turns the Krusty Krab into a fancy restaurant to impress his rival from high school and Spongebob becomes super-waiter. He knows everything there is to know about fine dining, but when he's asked what his name is, his brain malfunctions and he goes berserk.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's pretty much me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....for some bizarre masochistic reason I decided I would enjoy taking four (yes, four) classes this summer. That's in addition to working and trying to be slightly involved in my kids' lives and do my church calling, too. What was I thinking????!!!! Especially when one of those classes is Precalculus. I have literally been up until two and three a.m every night for the past week trying to complete homework and tests.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I feel like I finally know what I want to go to school for, what would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;The ironic news: had I realized this just a few weeks sooner, I wouldn't be struggling to pass Precalc. I wouldn't even have needed to take it!&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me while I ramble and post some really adorable pictures  of some really cute kids.&lt;br /&gt; It's nice to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1479647287865310502?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1479647287865310502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1479647287865310502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1479647287865310502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1479647287865310502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3296536022075575614</id><published>2010-04-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:50:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Wow! Where did Spring Break go? We had a ton of fun.  George and the Big Two slept out in the backyard in a tent. The Big Two spent the night with Leslie-Grace and Mack. Sky went to the beach with a friend. We played at the park with Vanessa and the kids. Sky had a friend sleep over and they painted George's toenails pink. We colored Easter eggs and spent Easter with Mindy, Kevin, and the kids. Mindy &amp;amp; I took the kids to see "How to Train Your Dragon" in Kinston, which was a great movie &amp;amp; Lucy kept jamming little greasy handfuls of popcorn into my mouth. George and I caught up on DVR'ed episodes of "Chuck".&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was really nice because after George  got home from work, we went to Lowe's to look at flowers and things. Mom had given us a flat of really nice pepper plants which we planted and we also got some herbs and flowers. It was just so nice outside that we spent the rest of the evening after dinner in the front yard. We planted and watered and got dirty. Lucy discovered that the watering can was full of water and she bathed the front flagstones. Then she discovered that it was fun to splash in the little stream she created. Drake joined her and both of them splashed until they were very dirty. George carried the Little Two up to get a bath while the rest of us cleaned up the front porch. A cold wind blew up along with stormclouds, so we hurried up and went inside. George put Lucy to bed and Sky and I helped Drake plant watermelon seeds in this little Cookie Monster greenhouse George bought him. We thought Bart had gone in to watch TV with George, but by and by we heard a little tapping on the door. So half an hour after we came inside, Bart shows up at the front door, shivering. I had accidentally locked him out! I felt pretty bad, but he looked so forlorn and cute with his hair standing on end like a little hedgehog.&lt;br /&gt;So it was back to work and school today, but the warm weather and the longer days keep reminding us it'll soon be summer break!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3296536022075575614?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3296536022075575614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3296536022075575614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3296536022075575614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3296536022075575614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3289504973241842196</id><published>2010-04-01T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:31:07.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle at Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7T0DOucPDI/AAAAAAAACRA/pr2_R6nmmI4/s1600/2010-04-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, there was an epic battle with glowsticks for mastery of the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7T0DOucPDI/AAAAAAAACRA/pr2_R6nmmI4/s1600/2010-04-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7T0DOucPDI/AAAAAAAACRA/pr2_R6nmmI4/s400/2010-04-013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455253384982182962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was too close to call.&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/7499466896924672469-3289504973241842196?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3289504973241842196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3289504973241842196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3289504973241842196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3289504973241842196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/battle-at-twilight.html' title='Battle at Twilight'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7T0DOucPDI/AAAAAAAACRA/pr2_R6nmmI4/s72-c/2010-04-013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1527807997864943012</id><published>2010-03-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:27:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TzcVxW9RI/AAAAAAAACQ4/-ypUHQBFwIk/s1600/2010-04-014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TzcVxW9RI/AAAAAAAACQ4/-ypUHQBFwIk/s400/2010-04-014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455252716858570002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy knows how to do "Ring Around the Rosies"!&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute! At first I had no idea why she was toddling around and around in a circle on the kitchen floor and then plopping down only to get back up and do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized she was trying to sing and I thought I could make out something like "ashes ashes we all fall down" just before she plopped her little diapered butt down on the floor with a big grin at me.&lt;br /&gt;So once I caught on, I started singing too and we played Ring Around the Rosies for probably fifteen minutes without stopping. After we had "all fall down"ed, Lucy would bend her head toward me, catch my eye, and say "Gin?" And we'd get up and do it all over again, laughing wildly.&lt;br /&gt;I love how kids can run with no apparent motive or direction, back and forth across the house, laughing and squealing like it's the funniest thing ever. I love how they can eat a bowl of Cheerios for breakfast every morning for a year and not get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;If I could just put the rest of life on pause and get reality off my back, I think I could literally spend the entire day doing nothing but playing with my kids and be the happiest person on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1527807997864943012?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1527807997864943012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1527807997864943012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1527807997864943012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1527807997864943012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucy-knows-how-to-do-ring-around-rosies.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TzcVxW9RI/AAAAAAAACQ4/-ypUHQBFwIk/s72-c/2010-04-014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-9076078507487416119</id><published>2010-03-27T19:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:53:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skylar's glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7Tp1EJKjwI/AAAAAAAACQY/H5gpCG22wlg/s1600/march+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7Tp1EJKjwI/AAAAAAAACQY/H5gpCG22wlg/s400/march+photos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242146507034370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Skylar - not only has she had the "my changing body" class at school, but she also just got glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so grown up I could just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George sent me this picture of her trying on glasses when they went to the eye doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell Sky every other day or so, "All right, this is it and I mean it. No more growing up. You are not allowed to get any bigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she didn't listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-9076078507487416119?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9076078507487416119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=9076078507487416119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/9076078507487416119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/9076078507487416119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/skylars-glasses.html' title='Skylar&apos;s glasses'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7Tp1EJKjwI/AAAAAAAACQY/H5gpCG22wlg/s72-c/march+photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4665743328301043747</id><published>2010-03-27T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:19:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwVK5kwgI/AAAAAAAACQw/VCy0cgcVv9M/s1600/2010-04-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwTUFuofI/AAAAAAAACQg/y3XZSfF3iDk/s1600/2010-04-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwTUFuofI/AAAAAAAACQg/y3XZSfF3iDk/s400/2010-04-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249263253430770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures from the church Easter Egg Hunt last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwU2-VJCI/AAAAAAAACQo/y0PMUwXYSMQ/s1600/2010-04-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwU2-VJCI/AAAAAAAACQo/y0PMUwXYSMQ/s400/2010-04-011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249289797510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took about a zillion pics of Lucy. This year she's old enough to realize that there is candy (or "na-na" as she calls it) inside the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwVK5kwgI/AAAAAAAACQw/VCy0cgcVv9M/s1600/2010-04-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwVK5kwgI/AAAAAAAACQw/VCy0cgcVv9M/s400/2010-04-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249295146271234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my handsome boys. They were a little disappointed that they only found a few eggs each. I was very happy about it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't get any pictures of Sky at the Egg Hunt. I guess she was just too fast.&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/7499466896924672469-4665743328301043747?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4665743328301043747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4665743328301043747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4665743328301043747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4665743328301043747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S7TwTUFuofI/AAAAAAAACQg/y3XZSfF3iDk/s72-c/2010-04-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3443745986004550270</id><published>2010-03-27T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:22:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Young Women's broadcast tonight was excellent. They're always good, but this one was especially moving for me. I definitely wish I had taken Skylar with me. She'd have loved the talks, too. It's hard to believe it's her last  year in primary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3443745986004550270?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3443745986004550270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3443745986004550270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3443745986004550270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3443745986004550270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/young-womens-broadcast-tonight-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3729725743286140990</id><published>2010-03-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:52:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going bananas</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched an episode of the Fresh Beat Band on Nickelodeon? It's a kid show about four "teenagers" (I think they're really like 32 or something) who have a band and play a lot of music and dance. It's kind of catchy, and Drake loves to watch it. The only problem is that the songs get stuck in my head FOREVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all day I'm going around singing, "We just have to go bananas. La la la la la let's go bananas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy loves that song. She heard it playing on the TV from another room and immediately stopped what she was doing and pointed toward the living room and said, "Nanas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And speaking of bananas, here is Princess Lucy in her favorite crown, desperately trying to get a banana from the baker's rack. Her Royal Highness is NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oXIigOODI/AAAAAAAACPM/zlVhh8cipS4/s1600/My+Pictures56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oXIigOODI/AAAAAAAACPM/zlVhh8cipS4/s400/My+Pictures56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452195734353754162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Highness is quite content now that she's had her banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oXJOTbMiI/AAAAAAAACPU/zQS9u3FADz4/s1600/My+Pictures55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oXJOTbMiI/AAAAAAAACPU/zQS9u3FADz4/s400/My+Pictures55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452195746111238690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7499466896924672469-3729725743286140990?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3729725743286140990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3729725743286140990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3729725743286140990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3729725743286140990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-bananas.html' title='I&apos;m going bananas'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oXIigOODI/AAAAAAAACPM/zlVhh8cipS4/s72-c/My+Pictures56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4390980805635829628</id><published>2010-03-24T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:29:29.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our furry little houseguest</title><content type='html'>We're watching the Nicolaysen's little dog Percy for them while they're out of town. We haven't had a dog in a few years, and for some reason Drake and Lucy are PETRIFIED of dogs. They're definitely curious about dogs and they laugh and laugh with delight to see them run and play. But the second a dog comes within two feet of Drake and Lucy, they freak out and start screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Vanessa, if you read this, Percy is doing just great. He is eating and drinking and getting plenty of walking. Sky and Bart fight over who gets to take him outside. And George was actually the person who got him to start eating. Despite all the smack he talks, he has been very kind and gentle with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he only peed himself once. Luckily it was in the entryway on the stone tiles. He's really being a good dog for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo....I guess at some point (not for a while yet), we need to adopt another dog. I think Bart and Skylar are at the age now where they will really enjoy playing with him/her and can be trusted to help us feed and walk the dog. Plus Bart's doctor said that it would be a good idea to have a dog around for Bart. It would be really good for him to build a bond with a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas- I have to go get ready for errands and work soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4390980805635829628?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4390980805635829628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4390980805635829628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4390980805635829628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4390980805635829628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-furry-littlle-houseguest.html' title='Our furry little houseguest'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-9044571057445957140</id><published>2010-03-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:16:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a toddler</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with Drake yesterday while he was busy playing Legos.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lucy is the prettiest girl in the world and Drake is the handsomest boy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake: No. Lucy is a poophead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If Lucy is a poophead, so are you. I must have two poophead kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Mom.... are you annoying me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already tell it's going to be a continual battle of wits between the two of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-9044571057445957140?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9044571057445957140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=9044571057445957140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/9044571057445957140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/9044571057445957140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/conversations-with-toddler.html' title='Conversations with a toddler'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1845227024370552838</id><published>2010-03-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:12:21.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners and Losers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIgIzPgJI/AAAAAAAACOc/NMJv-jR0bWU/s1600/MARCH4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIf7RgB9I/AAAAAAAACOU/utf2WssvqFg/s1600/MARCH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIfsi-zwI/AAAAAAAACOM/C16p_9Lko3U/s1600/MARCH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIfIu0IvI/AAAAAAAACOE/bGuiwWuGZ2M/s1600/MARCH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIe_-wsoI/AAAAAAAACN8/RRdDnMSBtT0/s1600/MARCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIe_-wsoI/AAAAAAAACN8/RRdDnMSBtT0/s400/MARCH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452179627549176450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Skylar had a dance competition in Jacksonville. She and two of her best friends are dancing a jazz trio this year. I really like the number. It's about three girls who wear the same dress to a party, which they all had thought was a "Paris original". It's right up the girls' alley because they are all good dancers and love to ham it up onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIgIzPgJI/AAAAAAAACOc/NMJv-jR0bWU/s1600/MARCH4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIgIzPgJI/AAAAAAAACOc/NMJv-jR0bWU/s400/MARCH4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452179647096651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls ended up winning a distinction in dance award for their trio, as well as awards for their tap number. For their tap production, the girls are doing a tribute to "I Love Lucy" and wearing hilarious red wigs. Skylar was nervous about her wig falling off, so all through her tap number, which she usually performs the heck out of, she looked like she was in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIf7RgB9I/AAAAAAAACOU/utf2WssvqFg/s1600/MARCH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIf7RgB9I/AAAAAAAACOU/utf2WssvqFg/s400/MARCH3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452179643465467858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when Drake was being naughty outside with the other children and the neighbor kids, George made him come inside. Apparently Drake called George a "loser" while George was reprimanding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Drake about it later, his explanation was that "Spongebob says it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar said that Drake called her a jerk one morning, something else he got from Spongebob. Drake also says "Shut your half-wit pie holes" which is what Squidward says in one episode.&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand I'm embarrassed that he's learning bad manners from a cartoon, but on the other hand I'm kind of impressed that at age three he knows how to use the phrase "half-wit pie hole" correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1845227024370552838?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1845227024370552838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1845227024370552838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1845227024370552838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1845227024370552838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/winners-and-losers.html' title='Winners and Losers'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oIe_-wsoI/AAAAAAAACN8/RRdDnMSBtT0/s72-c/MARCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3074973424485703016</id><published>2010-03-14T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:31:08.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53E0nP7aeI/AAAAAAAACNA/QQh98Y5ICQM/s1600-h/My+Pictures54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53E0nP7aeI/AAAAAAAACNA/QQh98Y5ICQM/s400/My+Pictures54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448727532356200930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day since it was snowy out and we couldn't really go anywhere on a date, George thought we should do a chocolate fondue. So we dipped strawberries, bananas, pretzels, and marshmallows in a chocolate fondue - the first time we've used our fondue pot since we moved to New Bern 3 1/2 years ago! The kids loved the fondue, but Lucy threw a fit and refused to eat anything except the marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;I had made some white-chocolate covered bon-bons the day before, so we had plenty of sweet treats. And I finally got to use my dainty pink and white plates I bought for Lucy's birthday party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3074973424485703016?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3074973424485703016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3074973424485703016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3074973424485703016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3074973424485703016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-valentines-dinner.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53E0nP7aeI/AAAAAAAACNA/QQh98Y5ICQM/s72-c/My+Pictures54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2939992365529699127</id><published>2010-03-01T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:09:15.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fabulous Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLi1MTI1I/AAAAAAAACPE/grtWe-xpRFA/s1600/My+Pictures58.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think hell froze over in February. It actually snowed in Eastern NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLiS8e-VI/AAAAAAAACO8/QGxxu9mzzdQ/s1600/My+Pictures59.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK8kDgVFI/AAAAAAAACO0/bnRn225KVMI/s1600/My+Pictures60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK8kDgVFI/AAAAAAAACO0/bnRn225KVMI/s400/My+Pictures60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452182334472213586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children played with their neighborhood friends pretty much all day. We took the little two for a ride around the block in the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK7-3351I/AAAAAAAACOs/eL26qb24toc/s1600/My+Pictures61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK7-3351I/AAAAAAAACOs/eL26qb24toc/s400/My+Pictures61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452182324491315026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call this George's enthusiastic face????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK7tGt_vI/AAAAAAAACOk/oObwduWZ3Bo/s1600/My+Pictures62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK7tGt_vI/AAAAAAAACOk/oObwduWZ3Bo/s400/My+Pictures62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452182319721742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar, Bart, Drake and their friends from the neighborhood built snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;The boys' snowman didn't get very far (you can see it in the top righthand pic),&lt;br /&gt;but Skylar and the girls were pretty successful with theirs. Amazingly, it survived the warm-up and Bart sticking a wooden sword through its head. Finally, George and Bart got out the machete and decapitated it. Why is everything about violence with guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLi1MTI1I/AAAAAAAACPE/grtWe-xpRFA/s1600/My+Pictures58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLi1MTI1I/AAAAAAAACPE/grtWe-xpRFA/s400/My+Pictures58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452182991907529554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy loved her first real snow - as long as she could watch it from the safety of the wagon. She tried to eat a snowball but did not really like how cold it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLiS8e-VI/AAAAAAAACO8/QGxxu9mzzdQ/s1600/My+Pictures59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oLiS8e-VI/AAAAAAAACO8/QGxxu9mzzdQ/s400/My+Pictures59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452182982714390866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake was everywhere. His gloves and pants and socks were so wet, but he didn't care at all. This was his first real snow, too. He's seen a couple of flurries but not enough to make snowballs and snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long morning in the snow, I took Sky and Bart and we went to see a matinee of the Percy Jackson movie with our neighbors the Kitchens. I thought the movie was really good, even if there were some differences from the book. I still think it was exciting and well-done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been a cold winter. Our heating bill, which is usually pretty decent, sky-rocketed for January and February. I'm just thankful we have Progress Energy and not City of New Bern.&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/7499466896924672469-2939992365529699127?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2939992365529699127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2939992365529699127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2939992365529699127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2939992365529699127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-fabulous-snow-day.html' title='Our Fabulous Snow Day'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S6oK8kDgVFI/AAAAAAAACO0/bnRn225KVMI/s72-c/My+Pictures60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4403774705048313190</id><published>2010-03-01T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:14:06.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bart's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53AOXZtLdI/AAAAAAAACMw/TTg_30e_VZ4/s1600-h/My+Pictures52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53AOXZtLdI/AAAAAAAACMw/TTg_30e_VZ4/s400/My+Pictures52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722477220703698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart was so excited to finally get baptized. He's been waiting forever, according to him.&lt;br /&gt;Bart asked Skylar to give the talk on baptism and Josh to give the talk on the gift of the Holy Ghost. The talks were excellent. The water in the baptismal font was COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our little boy was so happy on his special day. I'm very proud of him. He's such a loving and wonderful child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee  and Leslie-Grace and Sky helped me get the food prepared and set out. We kept it really simple: peanut butter &amp;amp; jelly, egg salad, and turkey &amp;amp; cheese sandwiches. George made cookies and brownies and I made the Hershey's cake that Mindy brought to our house for Christmas dinner. It is absolutely divine! It contains ten chopped Hershey bars in the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had asked Bart what kind of refreshments he wanted after the baptism, he automatically said, "Macaroni &amp;amp; cheese, cookies, and brownies". Not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Diane came over to visit with us for awhile at our place. Later in the evening, George took the two boys out and bought Bart a special baptism gift - a big Lego Star Wars set. Honestly, my husband is such a big kid when it comes to toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4403774705048313190?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4403774705048313190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4403774705048313190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4403774705048313190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4403774705048313190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/barts-baptism.html' title='Bart&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S53AOXZtLdI/AAAAAAAACMw/TTg_30e_VZ4/s72-c/My+Pictures52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6868537527476668033</id><published>2010-03-01T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:14:05.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grossness</title><content type='html'>OK, I was just looking back at some earlier posts &amp;amp; realizing that way too many of my posts center around the theme of poo or puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I can't really talk about the funny stuff that happens at work because of HIPAA. That pretty much just leaves kids and husband to write about, hence the focus on bodily functions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6868537527476668033?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6868537527476668033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6868537527476668033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6868537527476668033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6868537527476668033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/grossness.html' title='Grossness'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6486614718081299740</id><published>2010-02-26T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:53:45.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Looking back my last post was all over the place. I am operating on very little sleep and I don't think I've made sense in several days.&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to get back to normal, sort of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George had to go to Atlanta on Thursday, last minute. It was kind of nice having the kids all to myself, but it was also a little nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed, which was really weird. Big, fat flakes which would've made for some really nice snow if it had just been a bit colder. It was really pretty, though. I took the little two to playgroup at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was insanity. George told me not to worry about getting a babysitter since he'd be back in time. Only he must have blacked out and not remembered he said that because late Thursday night when he called he told me he would NOT be back before 4 or 4:30pm ( I had to leave for work at 12:30). So I had no choice but to take the little two to Play Date. Only, the max they can stay there is 4 hours per day, so I had to RUN over on my dinner break and shuttle them back home so Skylar and Bart could watch them for an hour or so until George got home, after 5pm. I felt like such a crappy mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on anti-depressants forever and found Prozac to be the best one for me. Last week, my psych put me on Adderall, too, which I am liking a lot. The other day I felt giddy for the first time in probably five years. I was reading "Yo Mama" jokes on my iPhone at like midnight and laughing my butt off. I'm not even sure they were all that funny, and George certainly didn't think so, but they sure seemed hilarious to me at the time. Also, I'm able to get up in the morning and look forward to what the day will bring, even if it's just more of the same old. I just have to find my happy balance between energetic/enthusiastic and can't-sleep-at-night-hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my brain worked right. I look around and wonder how many of us there are, walking around with smiles on the outside while on the inside it's basically a constant struggle to keep it together. I wonder how other people do it who do not have the support and determination I have. It's really exhausting. I wonder how many people go undiagnosed and go their whole lives thinking that their lives suck or that they're worthless or that nobody loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm babbling on about this personal issue, but I think back to how I felt before I got my medication working well for me, and I can't believe I lived or felt like I did. And I don't want other people to feel like that. I wish there was some way to help. It's really amazing how wonderful life is when your brain is functioning semi-normally and you can appreciate all your blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6486614718081299740?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6486614718081299740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6486614718081299740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6486614718081299740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6486614718081299740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1698674481378669429</id><published>2010-02-24T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:28:45.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote a novel</title><content type='html'>Where, where, where do I begin? I haven't posted anything because life since Saturday has been H-E-double-chopsticks (as Bart likes to say). That's h-e-l-l if you didn't catch on.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Bart's baptism. I'm going to write about that in a separate post because I feel bad enough that the crap hit the fan on his special day.&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism we visited with Dad &amp;amp; Diane at our place &amp;amp; then I had to cook up some beef stroganoff and hightail it over to Super Saturday for our Valentine dance which we were hosting. Everything was going really well. Then George calls me, acting like a complete butt about when I was going to get home. He really ticked me off because I'm not at Super Saturday just because I love hanging around at teenage dances (I mean, I really do love being around the Youth, but I can think of a thousand other things that I could be doing that are less awkward than a Youth dance). I'm there because it's my church calling &amp;amp; I feel bad enough that I've had to miss some past Super Saturdays due to work and the like. So I was really happy to actually be able to be there and stay for the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;So George calls back, only I didn't hear it ring, so he calls James who tells me George needs me to call him. Long story short, George is kind of freaked out because Lucy's temperature is 103 even having had Motrin all day and she fell asleep on the sofa and is being weird. So I'm pretty worried &amp;amp; we decide I'll take her to the ER (again), so I jet home.&lt;br /&gt;She had been running a fever for several days and I had taken her to see her doctor the day before. It was pretty bad because they ran a whole bunch of tests on her and found that her white blood cell count was high, which indicated some sort of infection. The doctor thought due to the levels it could be either pneumonia or a bladder infection. They did a strep test (two, actually, which really pissed Lucy off), took blood, and (ouch!!!!!!!!) put in a catheter to get a urine sample. She came back negative for everything, but the doctor still felt like he was missing something. One of the first thing he had done was listen to her lungs, but he said they sounded OK. He told us to watch her breathing and to come back ASAP if there was anything amiss. I felt pretty freaked out and went to talk to my manager, who gave me the day off to stay with Lu.&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Saturday.....when I got home, Lucy was awake but very clingy and VERY hot. The fever worried me a little because we were getting 103 with the forehead thermometer. So I took her straight to the ER, not even bothering to change out of my dress and stockings from church. She wouldn't let me put her down once I got home. The only way I convinced her to leave was to tell her we would watch Spongebob in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Skylar came with us to help. We got to the ER and it was PACKED. Everybody and their mama was there. We went right into triage and Lucy had to have a rectal temp taken. She was an old pro at that by this point and didn't offer up too much protest. Her temperature was 103.2. They asked us a bunch of questions, got her weight, the usual. They took her back for chest x-rays which was tricky. She did not like it at all. Then back out the the waiting room where we waited. And waited.  It was apparent that Lucy was in no imminent danger, so we weren't first priority. After a little while a nurse came out and gave Lucy Tylenol to get her fever down, telling us that there weren't any beds available, but as soon as one came open, they'd get us back.&lt;br /&gt;Sky fooled around with my phone and snapped a picture of us looking fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR7BN09PI/AAAAAAAACLg/vDu6Rx-F1yA/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR7BN09PI/AAAAAAAACLg/vDu6Rx-F1yA/s400/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441845799127676146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy drinking some apple juice on my lap while we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited some more. James was kind enough to bring Skylar some McDonalds, since she hadn't eaten dinner yet. By this time, Lucy had perked up a little from the Tylenol and ate a couple of fries and drank a little juice. It was just as Skylar was starting to tuck into her dinner that the nurse came to take us back to our room. I don' t know how long we were in the waiting room, but all I can say is thank goodness for my iPhone. It kept us all occupied and kept us from going insane waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The room was usual, although a bit bigger than last time we were in the ER, only a few weeks ago. We were all becoming quite the emergency room conoisseurs. The nurses were wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;We went through the rigamarole of getting an IV in her (I nearly cried when they told me). She hated the last IV, but did marvelously, considering. They had to draw blood twice, what seemed like such an awful lot from such a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;The absolute worst was that they had to try to get a catheter in her. This time, I had to help hold her while two nurses attempted to insert it. I felt so awful. They could not get it in, so they decided to put a urine bag on her. If you've never seen one, it's like this plastic bag with adhesive on the top. You have to stick it you-know-where so when you pee, the bag catches it...at least in theory. Lucy has had it twice by now and both times the adhesive didn't stick well enough and the urine didn't go in. This time, Lucy went poo which made the adhesive come unstuck, so we got a bag full of poo, but no urine. I know, I know TMI. But if you're reading this blog, you probably have or have had kids so it shouldn't be that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, the doctor ordered antibiotics. They finally arrived and the nurses got them going in Lucy's IV. A nurse brought in a reclining chair for Sky so she could get some sleep, as well as warm blankets and pillows. I lay with Lucy in the bed, holding her. She fought sleep for the longest time and kept trying to pull on her IV whenever it came into her line of sight. Mostly I just tried to keep her arm under the blanket and stroke her hair. Finally, probably about two-thirty, she fell asleep. I had been dozing, too, and thought I should get up. Even though there were rails on the bed, I had this horror of falling asleep and Lucy waking up and tumbling off the bed onto the hard floor.&lt;br /&gt;So I propped Lucy's head up on my sweatshirt and wrapped her blanket around her and went to sit in the other chair for awhile. That's when the doctor came in finally, when I was half asleep and not very coherent. He told me that Lucy did have pneumonia, which surprised me, because I just knew that they were going to send us home without being able to tell us what was wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said she was also dehydrated, which made sense because she had barely had anything to eat in two days and had drunk only a fraction of what she usually drinks.&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a lot of directions, and told me what medications she was going to get. She would have to take antibiotics, alternate Tylenol and Motrin for a couple of days, and have an inhaler and mask and Zofran for nausea, in case she needed it. He said that they didn't need to admit her to the hospital, that these days they were usually able to treat pneumonia in children outpatient, which was fine with me. I couldn't imagine having to keep Lucy in the hospital any longer than we had already.&lt;br /&gt;They kept her awhile longer, and I used the opportunity to text friends and family to let them know the diagnosis. I also snapped these pictures with my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR71tDZ8I/AAAAAAAACLw/29s0RtQM-6U/s1600-h/New+Image2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR71tDZ8I/AAAAAAAACLw/29s0RtQM-6U/s400/New+Image2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441845813217290178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu wrapped in her favorite blanket, finally fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR7rQC-LI/AAAAAAAACLo/KHFdIgUxH6U/s1600-h/New+Image1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR7rQC-LI/AAAAAAAACLo/KHFdIgUxH6U/s400/New+Image1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441845810411272370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skylar was out like a light. I had a hard time waking her up when it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think we finally got home around three-thirty. Lucy went right to bed. She was very grateful for her own bed. Skylar and I had a quick bite to eat - we were starving - and got to bed by four. Like I said, a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy slept until about 1pm the next day, thankfully. Skylar and I slept until probably noon. We were all pretty grumpy all day.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy's doing much better. She's not 100% herself yet. She's still really clingy and she didn't want to go to bed the first two nights home. George and I thought she was a little traumatized from the hospital because she only wanted to lie on my lap. Sunday night she didn't go to sleep until after midnight, which meant I didn't either. The next night was a little better. I had to work, so I wasn't there for bedtime, which actually made it a little easier, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was our lovely hospital saga. Hopefully Lucy has gotten her fill of hospitals for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1698674481378669429?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1698674481378669429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1698674481378669429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1698674481378669429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1698674481378669429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wrote-novel.html' title='I wrote a novel'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S4VR7BN09PI/AAAAAAAACLg/vDu6Rx-F1yA/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6729846453302188888</id><published>2010-02-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:02:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bart's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Finally! We finally have  a date for Bart's baptism - this Saturday at noon. He's way excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6729846453302188888?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6729846453302188888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6729846453302188888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6729846453302188888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6729846453302188888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/barts-baptism.html' title='Bart&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3256369234374220844</id><published>2010-02-18T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:01:08.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was full of good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good because I was off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good because George &amp;amp; I DVR'ed a Muse concert last week. We watched it with the kids tonight. Love, love, LOVE Muse. I started listening to them last year, and I just keep loving their songs. My favorite song is Newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good because Lucy sat on my lap for the whole concert and snuggled with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad because I realized later that she had a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad because I put my big foot in my mouth twice today &amp;amp; feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad because George made a mean comment about my weight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I gotta end with something good -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3256369234374220844?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3256369234374220844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3256369234374220844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3256369234374220844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3256369234374220844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-full-of-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2415839662571392889</id><published>2010-02-11T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:48:11.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Lucy got a tube of lipstick out of my purse and ate some of it before I found her. She looked like a clown and she was highly PO'd that we all laughed at her and snapped photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week she ate about half a tube of sparkly SoftLips lip balm. It didn't appear to cause her any harm, but I'm kind of ticked off that she keeps eating my cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S34XnbdN7VI/AAAAAAAACLA/VCrA0Cu9BwU/s1600-h/My+Pictures48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S34XnbdN7VI/AAAAAAAACLA/VCrA0Cu9BwU/s400/My+Pictures48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2415839662571392889?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2415839662571392889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2415839662571392889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2415839662571392889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2415839662571392889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-lucy-got-tube-of-lipstick-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S34XnbdN7VI/AAAAAAAACLA/VCrA0Cu9BwU/s72-c/My+Pictures48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8117486035572284926</id><published>2010-02-11T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:14:44.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just going to quarantine us for the rest of the month</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. I'm sick again. That's what I get for thinking to myself a few weeks ago that it had been a really long time since any of us was sick. Ha! Life, you're so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I just want to get well so I can enjoy life and get my butt off the sofa. Today I got a small fever and I feel like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of things, I lost 7 pounds last week with the stomach virus. I gained 2 pounds back once I was able to eat again, but all in all not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we keep putting off Bart's baptism due to illness or church being canceled. We are FINALLY going to have his baptism on Sunday February 21, nearly a month after his birthday. Bart told us that he didn't think he was ever going to get to be baptized. I was beginning to think we were just going to have to take him down to the Neuse and dunk him. OK, maybe not the Neuse, it's pretty gross, but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8117486035572284926?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8117486035572284926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8117486035572284926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8117486035572284926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8117486035572284926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-ever-do-is-whine.html' title='I&apos;m just going to quarantine us for the rest of the month'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3936215352607909720</id><published>2010-02-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:15:52.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bart got the puking virus with a vengeance in the McDonalds drive-thru. I guess it was the greasy smell of burgers that finally did it. I told him to get out of the car and go to the bushes nearby. For some weird reason he ran across the parking lot, across the street, and into the Arby's parking lot (in the rain) to puke in their bushes. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....before we picked Skylar up at dance, we had to pull over again while he puked in this deserted parking lot across from a bar. I was really nervous about that one, because I think somebody got shot in that parking lot last year.&lt;br /&gt;We finally got him home where he continued to throw up all night.&lt;br /&gt;And joy of joys, Lucy had actually eaten a decent dinner (chicken noodle soup) for the first time since her trip to the ER....and promptly threw it back up about an hour later. Ugggh. And Drake fell asleep on the sofa with a fever of 100.7. I am so frustrated!!&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to the doctor today &amp;amp; found out that Lucy has a double ear infection to go along with the nasty stomach virus she had over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The SECOND Lucy saw the nurse leading us back to the exam room, she began to freak. And she kept freaking until the nurse left. And she started freaking again when the doctor came in. She continued to freak until Skylar went out to the waiting room and came back with lollipops. I think Lucy was so traumatized by her visit to the ER, that she could not tolerate the sight of a nurse or doctor now. (And this is the girl who sits still for finger pricks and calmly watches the nurse squeeze the blood into the little tube).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that Monday George and I both came down with the puking thing at the exact same time? It was so very much fun. Skylar had to feed the other kids cereal for dinner in front of the TV because George and I were basically passed out on the bed praying for the vomiting to stop. It was horrible. Our entire bodies ached all night, even when we finally stopped puking, making it impossible to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So now, we're just keeping an eye on Drake to make sure he doesn't develop any other symptoms of an ear infection or stomach virus, and hoping and praying that Skylar stays well, too.&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of all this, it didn't even have the decency to properly snow here. We just got crap and ice. At least if it's going to be cold and yucky, we could get some snow, right?&lt;br /&gt;I am officially DONE with winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3936215352607909720?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3936215352607909720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3936215352607909720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3936215352607909720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3936215352607909720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/yuck.html' title='Yuck'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6455213796167492669</id><published>2010-01-31T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:18:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZxQc2c9sI/AAAAAAAACKU/RE7aENcA_FI/s1600-h/My+Pictures41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZxQc2c9sI/AAAAAAAACKU/RE7aENcA_FI/s400/My+Pictures41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154527905511106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my three little amigos, whooping it up on their horses.&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/7499466896924672469-6455213796167492669?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6455213796167492669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6455213796167492669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6455213796167492669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6455213796167492669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-amigos.html' title='The Three Amigos'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZxQc2c9sI/AAAAAAAACKU/RE7aENcA_FI/s72-c/My+Pictures41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2107676937195923292</id><published>2010-01-31T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:11:38.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week, Lucy puked every day of the week. On our way back home from SC on Monday night, she barfed in the car approximately 20 minutes from home. In Maysville, for crying out loud - two towns away! So we made a quick stop at Dollar General to get towels and cleaning supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Then she puked once a day every day until Saturday she seemed to be back to normal. So she went a full week without throwing up and we figured she was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had George check in on Lucy just before we went to bed and he yelled for me to come in. She threw up everything she'd eaten all day in bed and was basically swimming in about an inch of barf chunks. It was so gross. It was midnight and we had to strip the bed and Clorox it and give a very unhappy Lucy a bath. The funny thing is that Skylar slept through everything, the puking, the cleaning, the water running and baby screaming, and all the lights turned on in the bedroom. Unfortunately, Lucy kept throwing up until she was bringing up green stomach acid. She was really worrying us because she was gagging so much I had this fear that she might have swallowed a small toy or something and choking on it. Sooo..... George woke Sky up and the three of us girls ventured out to the hospital. Skylar was in charge of holding a towel to catch the barf when Lucy got sick on the way to the hospital. Of course, it was the one night we had ice on the roads, so I had to drive about 35 mph the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;We were actually taken into the ER pretty quickly. There were quite a few traffic accident patients in with us. Basically, the doctor thought Lucy had a bad stomach virus. She was pretty dehydrated, so they gave her an IV and Zofran to stop the vomiting. It was sad because they had to strap her arm to a board to keep her from yanking out the IV. She did really well as long as I had her arm covered with a blanket and she couldn't see it. She was pretty ticked off at the nurses after the IV episode and would only glare at them and the doctor, even when they tried to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;I just held her for several hours while she rehydrated. Eventually, she perked up enough to play the "Mouth, nose, eyes" game and blow me kisses. She was so sweet. After awhile, the doctor gave her ginger ale with Pedialyte to drink and some crackers. She drank a little of the liquid, but mostly just dipped the straw in and out of the cup and drank the drops. She tried a bite or two of cracker. Finally, we were released once the doctor was sure Lucy had had a wet diaper.&lt;br /&gt;Skylar and I were starving and exhausted, so we stopped at the 24-hour McDonalds drive-thru for a drink and a McGriddle sandwich. We finally got home around 5am and put Lucy to bed. She had fallen asleep almost as soon as we strapped her into her carseat. She was happy to get into her own bed and we all slept in until noon, except the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2107676937195923292?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2107676937195923292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2107676937195923292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2107676937195923292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2107676937195923292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-week-lucy-puked-every-day-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4061690469361177323</id><published>2010-01-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:02:42.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little monkey girl</title><content type='html'>Lucy loves her monkey (actually, now she has two monkeys) and her blankie.&lt;br /&gt;She also loves bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she gets her toes involved when she eats.&lt;br /&gt;I think that she must have a monkey gene that she inherited from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1kNoA2xI/AAAAAAAACI0/BltEwEt-bkc/s1600-h/My+Pictures29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1kNoA2xI/AAAAAAAACI0/BltEwEt-bkc/s400/My+Pictures29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432737052997245714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4061690469361177323?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4061690469361177323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4061690469361177323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4061690469361177323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4061690469361177323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-monkey-girl.html' title='My little monkey girl'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1kNoA2xI/AAAAAAAACI0/BltEwEt-bkc/s72-c/My+Pictures29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-461167085800927691</id><published>2010-01-20T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:31:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished the last Percy Jackson book, the Last Olympian. It was so great, I was laughing out loud. Skylar and I are excited that the first book is being made into a movie. In fact, I just saw the trailer for it on TV. I really hope it does the books justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-461167085800927691?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/461167085800927691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=461167085800927691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/461167085800927691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/461167085800927691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-finished-last-percy-jackson-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1084412882395846103</id><published>2010-01-20T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:26:53.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To celebrate Bart &amp;amp; Sky's birthdays, we took the family to Myrtle Beach over the weekend. We went Saturday through Monday. The kids were way excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1knLfYcI/AAAAAAAACI8/5C_HbBKhWKk/s1600-h/My+Pictures30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1knLfYcI/AAAAAAAACI8/5C_HbBKhWKk/s400/My+Pictures30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432737059856933314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at this really cool hotel called Dunes Village Resort which had two indoor water parks. We went to the water park in our tower all three days. There was another park which we didn't even explore because it was in the other tower and none of us wanted to have to venture outside in our wet bathing suits. We had plenty to keep us busy, though. There were two big water slides, a lazy river, hot tubs, and a kiddie playland which had all sorts of sprinkling, spraying, and water-falling devices. I wasn't enthused about getting into a bathing suit in mid-winter, but I sucked it up (literally) and just had fun. I got Drake to go on the water slides and to go into the hot tub. He called the hot tub the "bubble bath" and liked to stand in front of the jets so his swim trunks ballooned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi8ppJtDI/AAAAAAAACJ8/JXs-XwGepoY/s1600-h/My+Pictures38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi8ppJtDI/AAAAAAAACJ8/JXs-XwGepoY/s400/My+Pictures38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138794579211314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suite was oceanfront, so we woke up to a gorgeous (and blindingly bright) view of the sunrise. Sunday dawned with a weird fog that obscured the horizon so you couldn't tell where the gray sea ended and the gray sky began. It was beautiful. It was in the 50's Saturday and Sunday, and on Sunday it ended up raining. We went out on the beach and we could see the line of rain moving down the beach toward us. It was pretty cold out there, so we didn't stay too long. Luckily we made it back to shelter just as the first raindrops started falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZhfNTL7cI/AAAAAAAACJ0/LMYGZrpLULc/s1600-h/My+Pictures37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZhfNTL7cI/AAAAAAAACJ0/LMYGZrpLULc/s400/My+Pictures37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137189243055554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zhe6Er98I/AAAAAAAACJs/enhQ4obj2H8/s1600-h/My+Pictures36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zhe6Er98I/AAAAAAAACJs/enhQ4obj2H8/s400/My+Pictures36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137184081967042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we really wanted to take the kids to was Medieval Times. We bought tickets before we left. I signed us up for the birthday club, so we ended up getting  free tickets for Skylar and Bart. We still spent a ton, but were able to save $60 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi8-ZeN8I/AAAAAAAACKE/Yq2g679PG-Q/s1600-h/My+Pictures39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi8-ZeN8I/AAAAAAAACKE/Yq2g679PG-Q/s400/My+Pictures39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138800150591426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Sky and Bart would love Medieval Times, but Drake really enjoyed it, too. I think the show was a little long for him, but he really got into it. He and Bart bought wooden swords and Drake slept with his Sunday night and kept poking Bart with it. Skylar bought a princess headdress. I actually caught a flower that our knight threw. It was kind of cool because we were on the very top row, but he aimed and threw the flower right to me. It was even cooler because I actually caught it. I ended up giving it to Skylar. Lucy did not enjoy the show. She hadn't napped that day, and boy was she cranky. She didn't want to eat or drink really. George and I took turns with her in the lobby, letting her run all her bottled-up energy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi9PJ2-pI/AAAAAAAACKM/HIq2h1txt7I/s1600-h/My+Pictures40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zi9PJ2-pI/AAAAAAAACKM/HIq2h1txt7I/s400/My+Pictures40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138804648508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  to had gone to Broadway at the Beach earlier that morning to do some shopping and dining. We visited this awesome candy shop and ate too many sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo summary of our shopping excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1k8Ui_mI/AAAAAAAACJE/W-2-RrjjVwo/s1600-h/My+Pictures31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1k8Ui_mI/AAAAAAAACJE/W-2-RrjjVwo/s400/My+Pictures31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432737065532063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake tries to figure out why his older siblings are wearing a coconut bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zf6JpIhQI/AAAAAAAACJc/MGQ1AHko9H0/s1600-h/My+Pictures34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zf6JpIhQI/AAAAAAAACJc/MGQ1AHko9H0/s400/My+Pictures34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135453094577410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake finds a stray dog, we spy a cool restaurant with a pirate ship on the front, and I feel a surge of pride for America the Beautiful when I see all these flags flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zf5uLbwAI/AAAAAAAACJU/N08Jtwq8BP8/s1600-h/My+Pictures33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2Zf5uLbwAI/AAAAAAAACJU/N08Jtwq8BP8/s400/My+Pictures33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135445722251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get a little crazy at the Hard Rock Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;(Drake is pretending to be a saber tooth tiger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZheYh_0TI/AAAAAAAACJk/EhCn1BmhXfk/s1600-h/My+Pictures35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2ZheYh_0TI/AAAAAAAACJk/EhCn1BmhXfk/s400/My+Pictures35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137175078097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy is hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1lFQTQsI/AAAAAAAACJM/8hCCwR9ENxA/s1600-h/My+Pictures32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1lFQTQsI/AAAAAAAACJM/8hCCwR9ENxA/s400/My+Pictures32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432737067930174146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Skylar meets the man of her dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It was a pretty swell vacation.&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/7499466896924672469-1084412882395846103?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1084412882395846103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1084412882395846103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1084412882395846103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1084412882395846103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-celebrate-bart-skys-birthdays-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S2T1knLfYcI/AAAAAAAACI8/5C_HbBKhWKk/s72-c/My+Pictures30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7223232131416978030</id><published>2010-01-14T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:30:59.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite things</title><content type='html'>My favorite things right now are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Amazon Kindle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Shark steam mop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Yes to Carrots line (I LOVE the lotion, shampoo, conditioner, and lip balm) at Target&lt;br /&gt;(George smelled my hair yesterday and said for once it smelled pleasantly neutral. Apparently all this time my hair has smelled like chemicals &amp;amp; he never told me. He said he figured it was all the hair products I use. Oh, and George tried the shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner and said how it made his hair soft, that he had never had soft hair before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organic milk - who knew milk was that tasty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tequila, the Mexican place near Harris Teeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashmere socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new Cardamom-flavored gum. I can't remember the brand - it's over in my purse right now. It's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did anyone know we have an Asian Market here in New Bern now? I didn't. I think it must be fairly new. I just saw it the other day on Glenburnie &amp;amp; was so happy. I used to shop at one in Raleigh &amp;amp; the kids love the spinach noodles I would get there, plus they have certain spices (like white peppercorns) for such a great price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7223232131416978030?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7223232131416978030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7223232131416978030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7223232131416978030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7223232131416978030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-326075650893406442</id><published>2010-01-14T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:17:11.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bed is killing me</title><content type='html'>I cannot remember the last time I slept well. Seriously. When I wake up in the morning, even if I've had 10 hours of sleep, I feel like I've had only 2 hours, or that a truck backed over me repeatedly. I can't take it anymore. If I can't get a good night's sleep, I'm going to go bananas. I don't even like to go to sleep because I know it's just going to hurt, so I stay up late and write stupid blog entries or zone out in front of the TV. Anything to postpone my tossing, turning night of lower back pain.&lt;br /&gt;So we tested out a Sleep Number bed and a bunch of others. So far, we really like the Sleep Number and the Tempurpedic. Unfortunately, we would have to auction off a kid in order to afford one. But can you put a price on a good night's sleep?&lt;br /&gt;We bought our current bed like a week after we got married. After a few days as newlyweds sharing a twin bed, George and I went right out and bought a king-sized bed. They told us it was a 10-year mattress, and boy were they right. Almost exactly after 10 years, it kicked the bucket and it is now killing my back.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there wants to give me a Sleep Number or Tempurpedic bed because I'm a really nice person, I'd really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-326075650893406442?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/326075650893406442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=326075650893406442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/326075650893406442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/326075650893406442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-bed-is-killing-me.html' title='My bed is killing me'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2102314040358480673</id><published>2010-01-12T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:34:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightsaber duel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00t08wj2KI/AAAAAAAACHk/zIP4XkbqU_I/s1600-h/My+Pictures25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00t08wj2KI/AAAAAAAACHk/zIP4XkbqU_I/s400/My+Pictures25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426043513737566370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy and Drake battled it out tonight with lightsabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00vclGpLFI/AAAAAAAACHs/dGTSeVHbXK8/s1600-h/My+Pictures26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00vclGpLFI/AAAAAAAACHs/dGTSeVHbXK8/s400/My+Pictures26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426045294094134354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Drake brought out the big guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00wayyyHrI/AAAAAAAACH0/Lw7mMfbIWuo/s1600-h/jan10+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00wayyyHrI/AAAAAAAACH0/Lw7mMfbIWuo/s400/jan10+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426046362920820402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy called for reinforcements.&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/7499466896924672469-2102314040358480673?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2102314040358480673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2102314040358480673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2102314040358480673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2102314040358480673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/lightsaber-duel.html' title='Lightsaber duel'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S00t08wj2KI/AAAAAAAACHk/zIP4XkbqU_I/s72-c/My+Pictures25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2578638620254024360</id><published>2010-01-06T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:04:55.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Soldiers, Good Book</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading David Finkel's The Good Soldiers. If not for the excessive (but I'd say probably accurate) use of the F-word, I would suggest that it be on the reading list for high schools and colleges. I apparently did not know a thing about the war in Iraq. I'm staggered at what our troops sacrifice for this country. They are absolutely heroes and deserve our 100% support and admiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2578638620254024360?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2578638620254024360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2578638620254024360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2578638620254024360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2578638620254024360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-soldiers-good-book.html' title='Good Soldiers, Good Book'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6965449673337368954</id><published>2010-01-04T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:58:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LGq03vjFI/AAAAAAAACHE/qeHt2Z6NXL4/s1600-h/My+Pictures24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LGq03vjFI/AAAAAAAACHE/qeHt2Z6NXL4/s400/My+Pictures24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115340356750418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Drake's first day in Primary. He's such a big boy now! He's been wanting to go to Primary for weeks now so he can "sit in Bart's lap".&lt;br /&gt;When we got back home, we gifted him his first set of scriptures. Skylar "wrapped" a Book of Mormon by placing it in a Lightning McQueen shoe box. I thought Drake would be pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, but he LOVED his "stippers" as he called them. He took them to dinner, he made me "read" them to him half a dozen times, and he even slept with them last night. Bart gave him his old scripture case and Drake has been carrying it everywhere. He took it to Melissa's today when I went to work. It's too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LGqQmTwtI/AAAAAAAACG8/9ZOzEKYR19Y/s1600-h/My+Pictures22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LGqQmTwtI/AAAAAAAACG8/9ZOzEKYR19Y/s400/My+Pictures22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115330619949778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6965449673337368954?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6965449673337368954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6965449673337368954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6965449673337368954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6965449673337368954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-was-drakes-first-day-in-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LGq03vjFI/AAAAAAAACHE/qeHt2Z6NXL4/s72-c/My+Pictures24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2548279708391917815</id><published>2010-01-04T20:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:49:48.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When monkeys attack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LErt-eoTI/AAAAAAAACG0/0wArWC5uX1E/s1600-h/My+Pictures23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LErt-eoTI/AAAAAAAACG0/0wArWC5uX1E/s400/My+Pictures23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113156662567218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2548279708391917815?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2548279708391917815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2548279708391917815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2548279708391917815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2548279708391917815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/monkey-attack.html' title='Monkey Attack'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0LErt-eoTI/AAAAAAAACG0/0wArWC5uX1E/s72-c/My+Pictures23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8503719677565720595</id><published>2010-01-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:30:41.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching the end of "Field of Dreams" which is a bad idea since I'm already a little melancholy tonight. I ALWAYS cry when I watch "Field of Dreams". George makes fun of me and asks me why I'm crying, and I just sob, "Didn't you ever play catch with your Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It's just one of those movies that brings back childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8503719677565720595?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8503719677565720595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8503719677565720595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8503719677565720595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8503719677565720595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-watching-end-of-field-of-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-848933819454295060</id><published>2010-01-03T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:26:49.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas</title><content type='html'>The children were really sweet with their gift-giving. Bart gave me soft,warm red socks. Skylar made a notebook for me with pictures of me on the cover that she had taken. She wrote the sweetest note inside the cover that made me tear up. She also sewed a purple and green scarf for me with George's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George gave me my favorite perfume, Estee Lauder Sensuous, and an Amazon Kindle which is just the coolest thing. George adores it, too. We've already downloaded a ton of books and I'm working my way through the second one, which is called "The Good Soldiers". It's about the war in Iraq and some of the soldiers that really served there. It's an excellent book, although the "F" word is used a lot. George is working his way through the complete works of Jules Verne which he downloaded for 99 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJcfhnOI/AAAAAAAACGU/MScqOrjXO6E/s1600-h/My+Pictures16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJcfhnOI/AAAAAAAACGU/MScqOrjXO6E/s400/My+Pictures16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725539760807138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Lulu and I hang out and eat raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Diane, Aunt Rose, &amp;amp; Uncle Randy came over in the early afternoon and we had Christmas with them. Let's just say it was a very Star Wars Christmas for the boys. A little while later, George's family came and we ate a huge dinner before having our third gift-giving. It basically looked like a bomb went off in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJrEOnOI/AAAAAAAACGc/d5cutI3SO68/s1600-h/My+Pictures17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJrEOnOI/AAAAAAAACGc/d5cutI3SO68/s400/My+Pictures17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725543672847586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy made a delicious Hershey's cake and Aunt Rose made a yummy red velvet cake. I had some of both and they were superb. Lucy really enjoyed the red velvet as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJIn5GoI/AAAAAAAACGM/hx9ZbfYUrug/s1600-h/My+Pictures15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJIn5GoI/AAAAAAAACGM/hx9ZbfYUrug/s400/My+Pictures15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725534427191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we'd had a spell of cold weather, Christmas Day dawned balmy and gross. It was in the 60's and it rained. We were going to take the kids out for a walk, but it started raining before we left the front yard. Yuck. By the end of the night, Skylar and Leslie-Grace were playing outside in the rain. Crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice having so much family over for Christmas. Even though it was a lot of work and I was exhausted by the end of the night, Christmas really is about being with your loved ones. I know the children all had a blast, which is the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, we were talking with Drake about the real meaning of Christmas. We asked him what Christmas was all about and he said "presents" of course. So we told him we celebrate Christmas because of Jesus. And then we asked him what Jesus did on Christmas Day and he answered "party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night found Bart sitting on the bathroom floor reading a book with Master Yoda while he tried not to puke anymore. I guess he'd eaten so much and run around so much with his cousins that he made himself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkKLQfhNI/AAAAAAAACGk/dcbGI0G7QUM/s1600-h/My+Pictures18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkKLQfhNI/AAAAAAAACGk/dcbGI0G7QUM/s400/My+Pictures18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725552314221778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work the day after Christmas which kind of sucked. I was so tired that I accidentally turned my alarm off when it went off and went back to sleep. I woke up about ten minutes before I needed to leave for work and hauled butt to get there in time. The one good thing about going to work was that I didn't have to stress out about the mess in our house left over from the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we made a trip to Raleigh to see our old friends the Claytons. How we missed the Claytons when we moved! They moved to Texas soon after we moved to New Bern, so we hadn't seen each other in three years. It was so great! It was like old times. We met at Crabtree Valley Mall and the boys hit the Lego store. We just chilled out in a little carpeted area for a long time, catching up. Then we headed over to the Natural History museum to meet another old friend. It was really great for all of us. Skylar had been really scared that when she saw Rachel again, who had been her best friend before we moved, it would be weird between them. At first it was a little awkward, and the girls were quiet, but by the end of the day, she and Rachel and Abby were giggling like old times. It was so good to see all of the children playing together so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were getting back in the car after the museum, we saw a segway tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkKUQX13I/AAAAAAAACGs/aW7_Wq2Jtdc/s1600-h/My+Pictures19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkKUQX13I/AAAAAAAACGs/aW7_Wq2Jtdc/s400/My+Pictures19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725554729637746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Raleigh at Christmastime brought back a lot of memories. George and I spent our first married Christmas there. Also, Skylar and I used to go with Jodi and her girls to see the Nutcracker at the BTI Center every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Raleigh and went to visit Dad and Diane. We had dinner with them and just relaxed and hung out for awhile. The kids were silly of course. We got back pretty late, but it was a great trip.&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/7499466896924672469-848933819454295060?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/848933819454295060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=848933819454295060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/848933819454295060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/848933819454295060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-christmas.html' title='More Christmas'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FkJcfhnOI/AAAAAAAACGU/MScqOrjXO6E/s72-c/My+Pictures16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-848688622594768162</id><published>2010-01-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:13:27.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up from Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sz7ZcvjCb6I/AAAAAAAACFU/hTLTPSK3BsE/s1600-h/My+Pictures8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sz7ZcvjCb6I/AAAAAAAACFU/hTLTPSK3BsE/s400/My+Pictures8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422010089223647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did the month of December fly by! I felt like I pretty much worked every dang day and when I wasn't working, someone was asking me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of fun stuff. Let's see....we went to George's friend's house for poker night and I had no idea what I was doing, but at least we came home with more money than we left with.&lt;br /&gt;The Young Women had dinner out at Arturo's for Christmas which was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;A few days before Christmas we went out to do our annual Christmas light-seeing tour, which the kids love. When we lived in Middlesex and had to drive a long way to see lights, we used to order a pizza and eat it while we went light-seeing. It's a nice tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sz7ZdLKMObI/AAAAAAAACFc/NDMsTPWjTtA/s1600-h/My+Pictures9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sz7ZdLKMObI/AAAAAAAACFc/NDMsTPWjTtA/s400/My+Pictures9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422010096635623858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wednesday before Christmas we had Christmas with Mom and Mimi. I'm not even going to go into that, but let's just say they had a really hard time getting to our place that day. When they finally got here, everything was fine, although I had to leave for work in about half an hour, so we didn't get a lot of time to visit.&lt;br /&gt;The kids seemed to really like their gifts. Lucy loved the wagon. She just climbed right in and she sits there so nicely when we go out for walks. She looks like a little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and I actually got along this year (thank you, Prozac). He gets really weird and mopey on holidays and I get really hyper and anal about every little detail. So you can imagine that we have a bit of head-butting when it comes to Christmas. But this year was nice. We had a lot of fun picking out gifts for everyone and as I said before, I scaled back on my decorating and cooking. George tried to relax and not be a big old stick in the mud. Drake was really excited about Santa this year. Every morning he tried to convince me that it was Christmas morning and time to open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work had a little party with Santa there a few days before Christmas and I had George bring the kids so we could take them to sit on Santa's lap. The boys RAN to him. Skylar politely waited her turn. Lucy freaked out and wouldn't go near him. She does not like the Big Man in Red AT ALL. Santa gave each kid a little toy from his sack, pretty nice stuff like Matchbox cars and coloring books, but Lucy wouldn't even go see him for a toy. The only way I got her to let me give her back to George so I could return to work was by giving her a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was busy but fun. We did our usual Christmas Eve stocking stuffer-shopping run to Dollar Tree. The Nicolaysens came over and we ate a lot of food. I gained probably five pounds over Christmas. The kids were so excited about Santa coming - especially Drake this year. He was all about Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the children tucked in bed. I doubt they were dreaming of sugarplums, but they went easily enough. George and I did some wrapping and tucked ourselves into bed. Before we knew it, the children were waking us up at 7am sharp. We have a strict rule that no one can get us up before 7am. Skylar had apparently woken up at 2am and then again at 5:30. We allowed her to sleep in her alcove this year. Hopefully she didn't peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always start out by seeing what Santa left. Santa had left each kid a book under the balcony tree upstairs. Bart had written Santa a note and he had written back! Bart was thrilled. We proceeded downstairs and found Santa's big gift for each kid. Bart got a skateboard, Drake got a Lightning McQueen scooter, Skylar got a pink beanbag chair, and Lucy got a wooden food set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYE5tfMOI/AAAAAAAACFk/6Ualr9vrKtw/s1600-h/My+Pictures10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYE5tfMOI/AAAAAAAACFk/6Ualr9vrKtw/s400/My+Pictures10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422712267565117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened our stockings and the boys ate candy. Lucy found her favorite gift so far - a bunch of little boxes of raisins. She ate probably three or four mini boxes before we were done opening gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFJ7FxQI/AAAAAAAACFs/AXiQ-qQ-DgI/s1600-h/My+Pictures11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFJ7FxQI/AAAAAAAACFs/AXiQ-qQ-DgI/s400/My+Pictures11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422712271917139202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake got a pirate eyepatch and hat we found at the Dollar Store. He and Bart are totally into pirates. He looks pretty fierce, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFoATXmI/AAAAAAAACF0/L5XoB61IHv0/s1600-h/My+Pictures12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFoATXmI/AAAAAAAACF0/L5XoB61IHv0/s400/My+Pictures12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422712279992065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake is trying out Bart's favorite gift, his clone trooper blaster rifle. In fact, I think it was George's favorite gift, too. Drake is also showing off his underwear since he's a big boy now and only wears a pull-up at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFw-Rx7I/AAAAAAAACF8/VBbtA3RrnMU/s1600-h/My+Pictures13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYFw-Rx7I/AAAAAAAACF8/VBbtA3RrnMU/s400/My+Pictures13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422712282399492018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar got a lot of clothes this year. She also got monkey socks that made her look like she has Hobbit feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYGdBpi9I/AAAAAAAACGE/TiJ_iTbi7l8/s1600-h/My+Pictures14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/S0FYGdBpi9I/AAAAAAAACGE/TiJ_iTbi7l8/s400/My+Pictures14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422712294224792530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy's favorite toy turned out to be the $5.00 tea set from Walmart that Drake helped pick out for her. She loved it! She walked around pretending to drink out of the little teacups and pretending to eat the little teacakes and cookies. It was really adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-848688622594768162?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/848688622594768162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=848688622594768162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/848688622594768162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/848688622594768162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up-from-christmas.html' title='Catching up from Christmas'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sz7ZcvjCb6I/AAAAAAAACFU/hTLTPSK3BsE/s72-c/My+Pictures8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6789540440113649715</id><published>2009-12-14T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:57:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's almost Christmas. We only put one tree up this year (I usually do at least two and I have had as many as five trees), which I think is a big step for me. I've learned to scale back, not necessarily due to the economy, but due to the fact that I am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Drake is almost fully potty-trained now. He still wears a pull-up at night, but I'm OK with that. I got most of our Christmas shopping done in November this year. I've just been trying to decide what I want to get for George this year. Honestly, he's so hard to buy for.&lt;br /&gt;Skylar is having major drama with her PE teacher. She thinks the PE teacher has some sort of personal vendetta against her, but in reality, I think her personality just rubs Skylar the wrong way - she seems perfectly fine around Bart, who also has her for tennis lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I didn't work, so I was able to go on the Young Women's trip to Bath to see a live nativity scene. It was outdoors in an amphitheater. It was a REALLY cold night and we were all freezing, but it was definitely worth it. We had a lot of fun. I brought Bart and Sky along with me. Bart was so funny. He didn't know what to do with himself around all those teenage girls. We had to make him settle down and stop sitting on people. I think he developed a little crush on at least one of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is being a little pill lately. She is perfectly adorable, but when she gets it into her mind that she doesn't want to be changed, she makes it almost impossible to change her diaper or her clothes. Sometimes she pitches a fit and kicks her feet on the floor. Once in awhile if she's standing up, she stamps her feet if she's angry. It's pretty funny, but also pretty annoying when I'm trying to get the big kids to school on time. The other day, I could swear she said "Dora" and pointed to a Dora toy in the store. Today, she put her arms around Drake's neck and hugged him for a long time, until Drake got tired and pushed her off.&lt;br /&gt;Having kids is great entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of December, I was able to go with Skylar to the 4th and 5th grade Colonial Camp field trip ("field trip" because it was in the field outside their school). It was a lot of fun. The kids played Colonial games, got their faces painted like Native Americans, ate a Colonial lunch cooked over a fire, got to shop in the trading post, dressed up in old-fashioned clothing, and made crafts. It was a really cool field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIA8wf43I/AAAAAAAACD8/ZTw0fxwRgg8/s1600-h/My+Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIA8wf43I/AAAAAAAACD8/ZTw0fxwRgg8/s400/My+Pictures2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBE7h6HI/AAAAAAAACEE/781DsCg6mcQ/s1600-h/My+Pictures3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBE7h6HI/AAAAAAAACEE/781DsCg6mcQ/s400/My+Pictures3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBRU3QkI/AAAAAAAACEM/-QM3ByHbjfU/s1600-h/My+Pictures4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBRU3QkI/AAAAAAAACEM/-QM3ByHbjfU/s400/My+Pictures4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBnt8PnI/AAAAAAAACEU/MFozGFOo7EU/s1600-h/My+Pictures5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIBnt8PnI/AAAAAAAACEU/MFozGFOo7EU/s400/My+Pictures5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6789540440113649715?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6789540440113649715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6789540440113649715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6789540440113649715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6789540440113649715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-its-almost-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SycIA8wf43I/AAAAAAAACD8/ZTw0fxwRgg8/s72-c/My+Pictures2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7754869726240502352</id><published>2009-12-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:39:52.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Battleship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvGceUNuI/AAAAAAAACCA/L7M8r6OKN-E/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvGceUNuI/AAAAAAAACCA/L7M8r6OKN-E/s400/Thankgiving+20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Saturday after Thanksgiving we took a trip to Wilmington to see the Battleship. It was pretty chilly. The kids pretended to cook themselves in one of the ship's kitchens. We hung Bart from a meat hook just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvGvGTK4I/AAAAAAAACCI/u5dKohb5WRQ/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvGvGTK4I/AAAAAAAACCI/u5dKohb5WRQ/s400/Thankgiving+20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvG5UNUhI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Ws06lrrd-Ao/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvG5UNUhI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Ws06lrrd-Ao/s400/Thankgiving+20095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvHBC_QGI/AAAAAAAACCY/xAPDnuyhSWQ/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvHBC_QGI/AAAAAAAACCY/xAPDnuyhSWQ/s400/Thankgiving+20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/68feca236d21f22a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/68feca236d21f22a.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/c03ab11b7ac0adc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/c03ab11b7ac0adc1.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/60f0493ebb879b4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/60f0493ebb879b4e.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/7f87973f07333717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1581/dfaa9673d479cc546ffdbb943b92278f/image/7f87973f07333717.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmhrxkyeI/AAAAAAAACDg/Eg4iyNNRrTI/s1600-h/Thankgiving+200911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmhrxkyeI/AAAAAAAACDg/Eg4iyNNRrTI/s400/Thankgiving+200911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized around 2pm or so that no one had eaten any lunch and the natives were getting restless. So while George, Bart, and Alan went to explore some more, the rest of us took the children into the lounge and dropped a small fortune buying drinks and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Battleship, we followed headed over to Mike's Farm which is in Beulaville. Bart had gone once for a pumpkin patch field trip, but my family had never gone for the light display before. The lines for tickets were so long and it was COLD out. Lucy was getting cranky and George was overreacting and saying how he was going to take Lucy home and I should get someone to bring the rest of us home. Ha! I got sick of it and told him that we were leaving RIGHT THEN. So we loaded up the the three youngest and allowed Skylar to stay with the rest of the family. Then we switched vehicles with Alan. I was pissed at the way George was acting, but reprimanding him wasn't going to do much good. I reminded him that it was his sister's birthday which was why we were going to the lights display and then to their delicious restaurant. After everyone had calmed down, George turned the car around and we headed back for dinner, apologizing to Mindy if we were rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmivi_y9I/AAAAAAAACDo/9FJODpdkUcQ/s1600-h/Thankgiving+200912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmivi_y9I/AAAAAAAACDo/9FJODpdkUcQ/s400/Thankgiving+200912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the food was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmi2w31cI/AAAAAAAACDw/aMYormGnt38/s1600-h/My+Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyHmi2w31cI/AAAAAAAACDw/aMYormGnt38/s400/My+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is Mary with the three older kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7754869726240502352?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7754869726240502352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7754869726240502352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7754869726240502352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7754869726240502352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/battleship.html' title='the Battleship'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBvGceUNuI/AAAAAAAACCA/L7M8r6OKN-E/s72-c/Thankgiving+20093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4144369227589736614</id><published>2009-12-09T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:37:53.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Lucy waved and said "Bye, bye". It was so cute I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Skylar was inducted into the Elementary Honor Society or something like that. I was such a great mom, of course, that I left my camera at home and someone else's mom had to take a picture for me. Also, I spent the whole ceremony standing up in the back of the room holding onto Lucy and shooting Drake dirty looks to STOP TALKING AND WHISPER RIGHT NOW, MISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Skylar was going to try to con me into taking her out of school early (it was only 10:15 by the time we were done) and had steeled myself to be firm and unyielding in the face of her excuses. I was unprepared for tears, however, and I let her sucker me into checking her out early. She really hates school right now, which is a shame. I'm afraid she's losing interest in learning because she is so bored/frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm mad at George. I'm not really sure why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that he barely said ten words to me all night and when he did it was to ask me to unload the dishwasher, put dinner away, and to add that it only takes "a few minutes" to cycle laundry through the washer and dryer. I had been hoarding my arsenal of four-letter words for just such an occasion and felt it was appropriate to drop one in response. It felt pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4144369227589736614?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4144369227589736614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4144369227589736614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4144369227589736614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4144369227589736614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-lucy-waved-and-said-bye-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6274327136794068361</id><published>2009-12-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:22:12.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Big Mouth</title><content type='html'>Why can't I just ever keep my mouth shut? Today it was 75 degrees. I want to throw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6274327136794068361?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6274327136794068361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6274327136794068361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6274327136794068361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6274327136794068361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title='Me and My Big Mouth'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3665752609795694410</id><published>2009-12-06T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:21:24.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnuTAACzI/AAAAAAAACBI/JMIngD1OfEw/s1600-h/dec09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnuTAACzI/AAAAAAAACBI/JMIngD1OfEw/s400/dec09+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413440797171256114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnuFmfIzI/AAAAAAAACBA/syNwVcXj0R8/s1600-h/dec09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnuFmfIzI/AAAAAAAACBA/syNwVcXj0R8/s400/dec09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413440793574581042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that it's been chilly so far this December. Of course, now that I've said that it'll probably be 75 degrees this week.&lt;br /&gt;It rained yesterday, so the New Bern parade was postponed until next weekend. Unfortunately, I work next Saturday. The flotilla was still on, but as we loaded the kids into the car, it started raining so we decided to go to Jacksonville instead to go Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPhWvirCI/AAAAAAAACAw/AOVyZ740gSE/s1600-h/dec09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPhWvirCI/AAAAAAAACAw/AOVyZ740gSE/s400/dec09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358655395933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnttWDJzI/AAAAAAAACA4/VwmlVQB6F24/s1600-h/dec09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnttWDJzI/AAAAAAAACA4/VwmlVQB6F24/s400/dec09+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413440787063187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPhCmp0-I/AAAAAAAACAo/e5GYVoMbXN0/s1600-h/dec09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPhCmp0-I/AAAAAAAACAo/e5GYVoMbXN0/s400/dec09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358649989944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the kids to town hall after church for a Christmas ornament-making party and visit from Santa. Lucy was freaked out and screamed whenever we brought her near Santa. As a result, we have only one picture with her and Santa together and it was only because Santa snuck up behind her when she wasn't looking and someone else snapped the picture real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnu-tX75I/AAAAAAAACBQ/EGjuGOw5kjM/s1600-h/dec09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnu-tX75I/AAAAAAAACBQ/EGjuGOw5kjM/s400/dec09+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413440808904290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ha. Lucy has absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake, meanwhile, is suspicious of the Big Man in Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPgv8EoGI/AAAAAAAACAg/xlFiWPiVw8Q/s1600-h/dec09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPgv8EoGI/AAAAAAAACAg/xlFiWPiVw8Q/s400/dec09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358644979507298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPgYV0vGI/AAAAAAAACAY/6DB4GVIbxYg/s1600-h/dec09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPgYV0vGI/AAAAAAAACAY/6DB4GVIbxYg/s400/dec09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358638645066850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPf5es1dI/AAAAAAAACAQ/4hCQ4EAndUg/s1600-h/dec09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxyPf5es1dI/AAAAAAAACAQ/4hCQ4EAndUg/s400/dec09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358630360798674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He warms up, though, when Santa starts talking toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just threw this picture in because it's so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;Rub a dub dub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnvEkpW_I/AAAAAAAACBY/IhaNigbw9pM/s1600-h/nov-dec+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnvEkpW_I/AAAAAAAACBY/IhaNigbw9pM/s400/nov-dec+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413440810478296050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3665752609795694410?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3665752609795694410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3665752609795694410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3665752609795694410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3665752609795694410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SyBnuTAACzI/AAAAAAAACBI/JMIngD1OfEw/s72-c/dec09+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3038551381033767272</id><published>2009-12-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:42:02.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bummed</title><content type='html'>I just buried Drake's hermit crab, Mr. Krabs, under the magnolia tree out front. We also buried Tuck, the turtle there last year. I gave him plenty of time in case he was just moulting, but finally I had to make the decision to bury him because he obviously wasn't doing real well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Drake had some good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3038551381033767272?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3038551381033767272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3038551381033767272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3038551381033767272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3038551381033767272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bummed.html' title='A little bummed'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8093751820716048824</id><published>2009-11-30T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:14:00.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- tired&lt;br /&gt;H- houseguests&lt;br /&gt;A- arguments&lt;br /&gt;N- noise&lt;br /&gt;K- kids&lt;br /&gt;S- screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. We had a good Thanksgiving. George's siblings all came over to our place for the big event. It was actually really nice (if a little chaotic) to have everyone here. I just didn't let it get to me that I cleaned the house only to have it destroyed. It was all OK because we had a good time and the kids had a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids slept in Bart and Drake's room, except for Lucy, who slept in her own room. We borrowed an air mattress for our guest room, but it had a slow leak, so we ended up buying a queen bed that someone down the street was selling. By the time I got home from work on Wednesday night, everyone had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work a lot of the time, but George was home, so he was able to entertain everyone. Thursday was such a gorgeous day. I got to sleep in and prepared half of Thanksgiving dinner in my silk PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCiwh989I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/LDBLdr6LccY/s1600-h/Thankgiving+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCiwh989I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/LDBLdr6LccY/s400/Thankgiving+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410514798498411474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children played outside nearly the whole day. We had entirely too much food and the women pored over Black Friday ads while the men watched TV and dozed off. Everyone chipped in to make dinner and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cousins with their super-cute turkey cookies that Mindy helped them make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCj6grM0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/UfOHTYKr2sE/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCj6grM0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/UfOHTYKr2sE/s400/Thankgiving+20092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410514818357211970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, Mindy, Mary Kay, and I took Lucy for a walk around the neighborhood in the stroller. Lucy got antsy as we were going down Anchor Way, so I carried her. It was beginning to get dark. As we walked down Anchor Way, we spotted a fox across a field standing perfectly still, staring at us. I reassured everyone that it wouldn't bother us. As we approached the cul-de-sac at the end of Anchor Way, we saw a deer standing a couple hundred yards away in the yard directly in front of us. Again, I reassured my sisters-in-law that the deer wouldn't hurt us, that there were tons of them in River Bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - the deer RAN STRAIGHT AT US!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was going to charge us and all I could think about was getting Lucy to safety. I pulled Mindy in front of Lucy and Mary Kay tried to block us with the stroller. Just before it got to us, the deer veered into the woods,  where we saw several other deer running off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SO freaked out. I mean, we thought for sure that the deer was going to attack us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, we passed the same fox still standing in the field stone-still. We quickened our pace, thinking that if the deer nearly attacked us, what might a fox do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the house and all the girls went out together to the movies to see New Moon. It was hilarious/annoying because Skylar insisted I sit beside her during the movie. She kept a vise grip on my arm through the whole movie and kept biting my hand when things got really intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bed by 11:30 or so, then woke up at 3:15 am and DRAGGED myself out of bed, hating myself for being weak enough to allow a seasonal sale and the promise of "doorbusters" to seduce me out of bed on a morning when I could normally have slept in. Stupid, stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all us girls got up and hightailed it out to Jacksonville, which has the only real mall for quite some distance. We did nab some great deals and managed to get back home by 8:30 or so. We hit several stores and were home in time for me to catch a nap before work at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Lucy and Bart are spending quality time together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCjSJCRkI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/B_ntv50NRHA/s1600-h/Thankgiving+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCjSJCRkI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/B_ntv50NRHA/s400/Thankgiving+20091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410514807520642626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at work, the older kids all got to go to bowling. Then everyone (and I mean freaking everyone) dropped by my work to say "hi" to me. I later learned that my husband's ulterior motive for coming to see me at Target was so that he could buy a new Wii game to play ("for Bart") and browse the Legos. When I found out about the Wii game - which I was planning on getting Bart for Christmas - I really hit the roof.  Why would he in his right mind go out and spend $40 or $50 on a new game a month before Christmas???? What was he thinking???? And he ended up ruining a surprise for Bart. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're playing that little game, I may as well go right on out and buy myself an iphone, because I really want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8093751820716048824?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8093751820716048824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8093751820716048824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8093751820716048824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8093751820716048824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxYCiwh989I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/LDBLdr6LccY/s72-c/Thankgiving+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3557413165319369618</id><published>2009-11-20T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:26:35.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucy has added two new words to her vocabulary this week: Spongebob and banana. At least Mama and Dada were her first two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake is potty-training. One day it just seemed to click for him. He's not totally there yet, but he is exclusively in pull-ups and not diapers. I made him sticker chart so he can make a big deal out of No. 1 and No. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake's hermit crab, Mr. Krabs, is dead (I think). I'm not sure how to tell if they're moulting. When I was little, I think I accidentally buried my hermit crab alive while it was moulting because I thought it was dead. I feel really bad for Drake, who does not know there is anything wrong with his crab - yet. When he got Mr. Krabs, he was holding him and he said, "I love you, Mr. Krabs." He named him all by himself. I don't know if it was something we did, or if the crab was just sickly when we bought him. I have no idea! I think we need a pet who can let us know when something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came down on Wednesday so I could go to court in the morning to have my ticket dismissed. She brought Drake a stuffed animal, a blue-footed booby. Yes, I'm being serious. It's really cute and Drake loves it. He brings it everywhere, including to the dinner table where "Bird" has to have a plate and napkin, too. "Bird" almost took a bath with me the other day, and "Bird" has to be buckled into the car, too. "Bird" also goes by an alias - "Seagull". You never know which name Drake will use. He sucks on Bird's beak, which is kind of weird. Yesterday he took Bird outside and put him on the handlebars of his bike while he rode around the driveway. It was pretty cute. Then he and Skylar made Bird a nest out of pinestraw on the front porch. Drake held Bird in his arms and told him, "I will love you forevers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Swmro871MOI/AAAAAAAAB90/tSoTMV12vuA/s1600/nov09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Swmro871MOI/AAAAAAAAB90/tSoTMV12vuA/s400/nov09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart is the kindest little boy (or the biggest flirt). We went to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast while George was in Germany and Bart offered the lady behind the counter a piece of his new watermelon gum. She was so touched by his gallantry that she gave him a free munchkin donut and then gave us his donut on the house. When Bart realized he'd scored free food just by being nice, he was amazed. The other day when we were in the furniture section of Target, he tried to give a lady working there a piece of gum. She thought he was sweet and stopped to talk with us. I'm not sure what freebie Bart was trying to score out of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and the kids watched the Sandlot Friday night while I was at work. George told me that after the scene where Squints kisses Wendy Peffercorn (sp?) the lifeguard, Bart told him that he really wants to kiss a girl. I told him he could kiss Lucy, but he said, "No, mom, I mean a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thought Skylar was going to be the one we had to worry about! What are we going to do when that boy's hormones really kick in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is the really weird sausage George had in Germany. It freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwmsX9bAzlI/AAAAAAAAB98/E5kcexRzHHg/s1600/nov09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwmsX9bAzlI/AAAAAAAAB98/E5kcexRzHHg/s400/nov09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407042355259821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Swmro871MOI/AAAAAAAAB90/tSoTMV12vuA/s1600/nov09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3557413165319369618?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3557413165319369618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3557413165319369618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3557413165319369618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3557413165319369618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucy-has-added-two-new-words-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Swmro871MOI/AAAAAAAAB90/tSoTMV12vuA/s72-c/nov09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3572200080933481032</id><published>2009-11-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:52:30.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Part 1</title><content type='html'>These pictures are a long time in coming, but I have been totally daunted by the prospect of posting all these dang pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....I would suck as a person if I didn't post our Disney pictures, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30th birthday rocked, even if I didn't get the party on the beach I had dreamed of.  Instead of planning a party for me (George hates parties) at the beach (the beach is the only thing he hates more than parties), George offered to take me to Las Vegas. I have no desire to go to Las Vegas (sorry Nevada, nothing personal), so I jokingly replied, "You can get out of planning my party if you take me on a cruise". He thought that was a great idea, so we started looking into cruises, but as it was Labor Day weekend, I could not get Friday off, so we couldn't make it to any of the short cruises. So....we decided to take the Big Two to Disney...&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC1QY5hkI/AAAAAAAAB9U/kKevr5Yq0YU/s1600/Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC1QY5hkI/AAAAAAAAB9U/kKevr5Yq0YU/s400/Disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove all night (big mistake). George was so tired he made himself sick. I had just gotten off work and had planned on sleeping on the drive down, but my restless legs were driving me nuts. Bart's sleep medicine was in the back, so we pulled over on the highway so I could get out and take some. Well, it was dark so I couldn't see a THING and I stepped in a fire ant hill. My foot swelled up and looked pretty gross. We stopped just before dawn and parked in a hotel parking lot and we all slept for awhile before continuing on. We stopped again for breakfast in Florida at a Cracker Barrel. The kids and I ate while George napped in the car. Then we got up and drove the last hour to Disney, feeling a little tired but ready to GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC1pXKb3I/AAAAAAAAB9c/k4TinJKXEJU/s1600/Disney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC1pXKb3I/AAAAAAAAB9c/k4TinJKXEJU/s400/Disney1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar and Bart were absolutely amazed by Disney. They kept saying "We never thought it was really like this!" They were amazed that there was really a castle. They were amazed by how HUGE Disney was. They couldn't believe the shops and the people and the rides. It was a thousand times cooler to go there with them and see the wonder on their faces than any other time I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC2B_UAdI/AAAAAAAAB9k/OFgWQ_SOtUQ/s1600/Disney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC2B_UAdI/AAAAAAAAB9k/OFgWQ_SOtUQ/s400/Disney2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of our favorite rides was the Buzz Lightyear ride. We spent all of our first day in the Magic Kingdom. We looked at some of the shops on Mainstreet USA (the kids were agog at all the items in the shops) before heading over to Cinderella's castle for Skylar's princess makeover at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC2dDKK9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/sJKE1lYstKg/s1600/Disney3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC2dDKK9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/sJKE1lYstKg/s400/Disney3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made a reservation, but we still had to wait a good while before Skylar was taken back. It was really worth it, though. She looked so regal and so beautiful, our little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwQghhV5I/AAAAAAAAB-g/jLOASYTklpY/s1600-h/Disney4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwQghhV5I/AAAAAAAAB-g/jLOASYTklpY/s400/Disney4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410494693754623890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is getting the finishing touches to hair, makeup, and nails....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRZR6vXI/AAAAAAAAB-w/tyv80KENqXE/s1600-h/Disney5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRZR6vXI/AAAAAAAAB-w/tyv80KENqXE/s400/Disney5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410494708990000498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwQy2PAjI/AAAAAAAAB-o/IExHV9_GvHQ/s1600-h/Disney6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwQy2PAjI/AAAAAAAAB-o/IExHV9_GvHQ/s400/Disney6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410494698673340978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila! Before and after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRpiJZxI/AAAAAAAAB-4/F3il4C7CIB0/s1600-h/Disney7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRpiJZxI/AAAAAAAAB-4/F3il4C7CIB0/s400/Disney7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410494713353037586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRxz4PcI/AAAAAAAAB_A/3Zk-Exi1fVE/s1600-h/Disney8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SxXwRxz4PcI/AAAAAAAAB_A/3Zk-Exi1fVE/s400/Disney8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410494715574894018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3572200080933481032?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3572200080933481032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3572200080933481032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3572200080933481032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3572200080933481032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-part-1.html' title='Disney Part 1'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SwDC1QY5hkI/AAAAAAAAB9U/kKevr5Yq0YU/s72-c/Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3482447565821433958</id><published>2009-11-14T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:02:25.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself. I have thought up an elaborate plan to make sure George does not guess his Christmas present this year. It's always a challenge, but this year I'm going the extra mile to make sure it's a surprise. He's pretty sneaky, though, which is why the only person in our house that knows anything besides me is Skylar. It was really hard to decide what to get him. I was going to get him a pressure-washer, but the punk went out and bought one himself, along with a new weed-whacker. So I was going to get him a new bike. But he went out and bought it for himself. So I was going to get him a really nice Lego Star Wars set (which he had expressed a desire for), but - you guessed it - he went out and bought a couple set for himself and Bart (mostly himself).&lt;br /&gt;I think he'll be surprised this time, really, actually surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3482447565821433958?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3482447565821433958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3482447565821433958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3482447565821433958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3482447565821433958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4178139226597543477</id><published>2009-11-14T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:57:17.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back</title><content type='html'>I picked George up at the airport tonight. His flight actually got in early. I know everyone around us must have thought we'd been apart for MONTHS. I'm sure we looked like lovesick teenagers, but it felt like we were apart for ages. The longest we've ever been apart since George went to boot camp eleven years ago is one week. Two weeks was absolutely too long. I do not see how military families do it.&lt;br /&gt;What George said he missed most while he was in Germany (after me, of course) was his king-sized bed and king-sized blanket. He said for some reason, the blankets over there are basically the size of the bed with no overhang, so you can't really wrap up in them. Even in the 5-star hotel he stayed at in Munich. At the other hotel he stayed at, he slept in a double bed which had two twin blankets rather than one double blanket. Bizarre. He ordered room service there and the weirdo chose pizza and salad. Honestly - you stay at a 5-star hotel in Germany and order dinner from a 5-star restaurant and you get pizza and salad??&lt;br /&gt;I'm up late right now because I'm waiting for my Tylenol to kick in. I had to get out of bed due to a horrible headache I've been fighting all night. Probably work-induced. The best thing about work is that we stay so busy that the time really flies. The worst thing about work is that we stay so busy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....my Tylenol is kicking in finally, so I think I'll head back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4178139226597543477?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4178139226597543477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4178139226597543477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4178139226597543477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4178139226597543477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-624742019967813894</id><published>2009-11-13T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:49:04.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>I need to clarify my last post. I was referring to the fact that it's been raining steadily nearly all week with no break in the clouds, hence the building an ark reference. I was in no way trying to suggest that our country is going down the crapper and life as we know it is about to be destroyed....oh, wait a second....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-624742019967813894?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/624742019967813894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=624742019967813894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/624742019967813894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/624742019967813894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7224515511880959065</id><published>2009-11-13T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:39:12.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Building an Ark</title><content type='html'>Anyone wanna ride??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7224515511880959065?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7224515511880959065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7224515511880959065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7224515511880959065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7224515511880959065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-building-ark.html' title='I&apos;m Building an Ark'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7346305167405102867</id><published>2009-11-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:26:29.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Parties: Misunderstood and Vastly Underrated</title><content type='html'>Great article. I took the kids to the Tea Party at Union Point Park last Saturday for a little while. Of course, we didn't really get to listen too much because Drake wanted to swing and Lucy wanted to run around in the grass, but I was really proud that Bart and Skylar ASKED to attend. I didn't suggest that we go, I told them about it and they asked me if we could go. Of course, it helps that the Tea Party was being held at the park right by the swings and a totally gorgeous river view. Who says politics can't be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/11/tea_parties_misunderstood_and.html"&gt;Tea Parties: Misunderstood and Vastly Underrated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7346305167405102867?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/11/tea_parties_misunderstood_and.html' title='Tea Parties: Misunderstood and Vastly Underrated'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7346305167405102867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7346305167405102867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7346305167405102867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7346305167405102867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/tea-parties-misunderstood-and-vastly.html' title='Tea Parties: Misunderstood and Vastly Underrated'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4992493772376611062</id><published>2009-11-12T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:10:12.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a craptacular day. It's been raining pretty much nonstop since yesterday around lunch time. And my battery was dead this morning when I tried to take the kids to school. Thank goodness Vanessa was able to help me jump the car because George's car was not strong enough to get it going.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, I dropped a bottle of lemon juice in the kitchen and it exploded in my face and hair.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me. What a fabulous day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4992493772376611062?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4992493772376611062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4992493772376611062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4992493772376611062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4992493772376611062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-craptacular-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3649323811240702986</id><published>2009-11-11T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:07:16.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Scenes from our church trunk or treat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFF6OjhI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Nh5sf692Cck/s1600-h/My+Documents2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFF6OjhI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Nh5sf692Cck/s400/My+Documents2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were an eclectic bunch this year. Skylar went as Juliet. Lucy was a bumblebee. Bart was Jengo Fett from Star Wars. Drake was Obi Wan Kenobi. And George and I went as Perseus and Medusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFZkzuMI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/7X6gXIJL56o/s1600-h/oct+0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFZkzuMI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/7X6gXIJL56o/s400/oct+0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy the bumblebee buzzes around her flower buddy Arden. Arden likes Lucy's antennae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFkSbPtI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ud-A3GEo9u4/s1600-h/My+Documents3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFkSbPtI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ud-A3GEo9u4/s400/My+Documents3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake scores lots of candy. Bart lets baby Ezra grab his nose. Vanessa will probably kill me for posting a picture of her, but her ice princess look was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFxaY1hI/AAAAAAAAB8o/LmgVDYLZ0RU/s1600-h/oct+0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFxaY1hI/AAAAAAAAB8o/LmgVDYLZ0RU/s400/oct+0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here George and I show off our awesome physiques. Honestly, we should be carved from marble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Trunk or Treat, we went home and I took the kids trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. George volunteered for candy duty. I think Bart was more excited to give out candy than he was to get it. I found him at the end of the driveway with the candy bowl, waylaying trick-or-treaters. It was absolutely disgustingly hot (like 80 degrees even after sundown) but we still had a lot of fun. The boys were pretty tired after only a few houses, but Skylar wanted to keep going. One guy in the neighborhood was giving out half-dollars wrapped in orange tulle instead of candy. While we were still on the front step, Drake said really loudly, "This is money. I don't want money. Mom, you said we were supposed to get candy!" You gotta love toddlers' honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvzgTR5jWaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/KdiYqQIk4yU/s1600-h/oct+0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvzgTR5jWaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/KdiYqQIk4yU/s400/oct+0927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy loved trying out her candy when we got back home. I gave her a pack of Sweet Tarts to play with on the last part of the walk home because she was fussing. She ate the whole pack, from the top to the bottom with the paper on and everything (the next day I found the paper still mostly intact, if you know what I mean). Luckily we were able to convince her that raisins were candy and she ate two mini boxes of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvzgTq6FbSI/AAAAAAAAB84/fPEB67TnL_o/s1600-h/oct+0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvzgTq6FbSI/AAAAAAAAB84/fPEB67TnL_o/s400/oct+0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make the boys stop eating all their candy. They were being pretty sneaky, too. We even found Drake under the dining room table, cramming candy in his mouth. I had been pretty bummed out because I had to work most of the day, but it turned out to be a nice Halloween after all.&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/7499466896924672469-3649323811240702986?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3649323811240702986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3649323811240702986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3649323811240702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3649323811240702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvunFF6OjhI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Nh5sf692Cck/s72-c/My+Documents2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5319437626188763031</id><published>2009-11-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:08:50.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuiyQIjR-I/AAAAAAAAB7o/vRxyQPz_nVI/s1600-h/oct+0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuiyQIjR-I/AAAAAAAAB7o/vRxyQPz_nVI/s400/oct+0920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time picking out a pumpkin (and a couple mini ones) at the pumpkin patch at the church up the street.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking a picture of a sign posted outside the church in a no-parking zone. Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuiyogY8oI/AAAAAAAAB7w/QN-4KKbtXh8/s1600-h/My+Documents1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuiyogY8oI/AAAAAAAAB7w/QN-4KKbtXh8/s400/My+Documents1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back home, Bart shows off his decorated baby pumpkin. Skylar and Bart scooped out pumpkin goo so George could carve a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svuiy2pdaiI/AAAAAAAAB74/6NXk1GBsboM/s1600-h/oct+0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svuiy2pdaiI/AAAAAAAAB74/6NXk1GBsboM/s400/oct+0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy studies the fake pumpkins on the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuizDbnrhI/AAAAAAAAB8A/OTczC1m2Qwg/s1600-h/oct+0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuizDbnrhI/AAAAAAAAB8A/OTczC1m2Qwg/s400/oct+0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally - the finished product -&lt;br /&gt;It's TROGDOR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svul9EY_qJI/AAAAAAAAB8I/zttT5Bd6y4k/s1600-h/oct+0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svul9EY_qJI/AAAAAAAAB8I/zttT5Bd6y4k/s400/oct+0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrate with Halloween cupcakes.&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/7499466896924672469-5319437626188763031?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5319437626188763031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5319437626188763031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5319437626188763031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5319437626188763031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-great-pumpkin.html' title='Our Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuiyQIjR-I/AAAAAAAAB7o/vRxyQPz_nVI/s72-c/oct+0920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6306054271521352444</id><published>2009-11-11T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:47:56.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svugkr-7nzI/AAAAAAAAB7I/cGnVHGvx5Ss/s1600-h/oct+0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svugkr-7nzI/AAAAAAAAB7I/cGnVHGvx5Ss/s400/oct+0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my attempt to catch up on the month of October. We had a lot of fun decorating the front yard and the house for Halloween. We had a giant spiderweb with a big spider and three baby spiders, skeletons hanging from the magnolia tree, lots of brooms, and a ghostly visitor in a graveyard. Lucy helped out of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvugktqZNlI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/s-MLr8hJeug/s1600-h/oct+0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvugktqZNlI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/s-MLr8hJeug/s400/oct+0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svugk4wU5cI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/i-lpgBWA5ww/s1600-h/oct+0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svugk4wU5cI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/i-lpgBWA5ww/s400/oct+0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy's grin is almost as big as the jack o' lantern's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6306054271521352444?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6306054271521352444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6306054271521352444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6306054271521352444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6306054271521352444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-ready-for-halloween.html' title='Getting Ready For Halloween'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svugkr-7nzI/AAAAAAAAB7I/cGnVHGvx5Ss/s72-c/oct+0914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5821471410349587442</id><published>2009-11-11T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:41:52.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svud9t_hXXI/AAAAAAAAB64/-YLtJTtg8sI/s1600-h/oct+0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svud9t_hXXI/AAAAAAAAB64/-YLtJTtg8sI/s400/oct+0912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lightsabre duels in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svud94rUxrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/aEfbYk183Gw/s1600-h/My+Documents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svud94rUxrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/aEfbYk183Gw/s400/My+Documents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake and Lucy play ball. Drake bought this baseball glove with his own money after watching "The Sandlot". He and Bart are so excited about playing teeball and baseball in the spring. In two of the pictures you can see Drake winding up for his pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5821471410349587442?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5821471410349587442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5821471410349587442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5821471410349587442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5821471410349587442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/lightsabre-duels-in-front-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svud9t_hXXI/AAAAAAAAB64/-YLtJTtg8sI/s72-c/oct+0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7677956235480259061</id><published>2009-11-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:51:22.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvucIqVS2gI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Tu0bBorrpOo/s1600-h/oct+0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvucIqVS2gI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Tu0bBorrpOo/s400/oct+0915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Drake got his hair cut last time, he got to get blue hair gel put in. He looked SO cool. Lucy was annoyed that he was getting all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvucI926GtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QP_Wynvg-Xo/s1600-h/oct+0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvucI926GtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QP_Wynvg-Xo/s400/oct+0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought these were cute. Drake is doing his "Drake" face. Skylar is doing what she does best - being the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svuh17Y6CsI/AAAAAAAAB7g/EIBjSTW0kY0/s1600-h/oct+0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svuh17Y6CsI/AAAAAAAAB7g/EIBjSTW0kY0/s400/oct+0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are playing with friends at our church playgroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7677956235480259061?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7677956235480259061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7677956235480259061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7677956235480259061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7677956235480259061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-drake-got-his-hair-cut-last-time.html' title='Random cuteness'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvucIqVS2gI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Tu0bBorrpOo/s72-c/oct+0915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8367469185201618689</id><published>2009-11-11T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:21:25.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy, Lucy, and more Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a LOT of Lucy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToI4x1UI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kUUsz3phAns/s1600-h/oct+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToI4x1UI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kUUsz3phAns/s400/oct+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy Goose helping out in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToehXnlI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/-PkVtfyhEnQ/s1600-h/oct+0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToehXnlI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/-PkVtfyhEnQ/s400/oct+0910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy loves Honeycombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToeS5hrI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/YBasp-q6L8s/s1600-h/oct+0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToeS5hrI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/YBasp-q6L8s/s400/oct+0911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy is such a ham. I can't resist taking pictures of that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuTohlwjaI/AAAAAAAAB6g/eiFN72n15Xs/s1600-h/oct+0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuTohlwjaI/AAAAAAAAB6g/eiFN72n15Xs/s400/oct+0913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy sports a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8367469185201618689?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8367469185201618689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8367469185201618689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8367469185201618689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8367469185201618689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucy-lucy-and-more-lucy.html' title='Lucy, Lucy, and more Lucy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvuToI4x1UI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kUUsz3phAns/s72-c/oct+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8870986768230293247</id><published>2009-11-11T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:14:07.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bart really loves apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrhiWD3sUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BZTe_xTBzqk/s1600-h/oct+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrhiWD3sUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BZTe_xTBzqk/s400/oct+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8870986768230293247?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8870986768230293247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8870986768230293247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8870986768230293247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8870986768230293247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/bart-really-loves-apples.html' title='Bart really loves apples'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrhiWD3sUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BZTe_xTBzqk/s72-c/oct+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-244064397879242089</id><published>2009-11-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:04:19.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on October.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;MUMFEST '09&lt;br /&gt;Saturday October 10 we went to the annual Mumfest in downtown New Bern. We've gone every fall since we moved here. Sure it's kind of just a big street fair, but it's really a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;The first year we went, Drake was only a few weeks old and we built a rowboat as a family. Last year it poured and we got drenched. This year, it was so disgustingly hot that we were covered in sweat. We still had a good time, though. Dad &amp;amp; Diane and Uncle Randy &amp;amp; Aunt Rose met us downtown. The kids were delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc-RrjbvI/AAAAAAAAB5A/wmjenYa0qAs/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc-RrjbvI/AAAAAAAAB5A/wmjenYa0qAs/s320/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys loved seeing the race cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc-_1BfrI/AAAAAAAAB5I/za29F1ceENA/s1600-h/oct+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc-_1BfrI/AAAAAAAAB5I/za29F1ceENA/s320/oct+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy discovers the joy of balloons and playing in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc_LgsASI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/s6QHz83BgvQ/s1600-h/oct+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc_LgsASI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/s6QHz83BgvQ/s320/oct+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc_WMYO-I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/M5HFhNxiH2E/s1600-h/oct+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc_WMYO-I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/M5HFhNxiH2E/s320/oct+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the train show in the Sudan temple, which Bart used to LOVE because they have a model of Thomas the tank engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrePPZl9fI/AAAAAAAAB5g/HuQw0vqUM3o/s1600-h/oct+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrePPZl9fI/AAAAAAAAB5g/HuQw0vqUM3o/s400/oct+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ones were so tired. Drake immediately fell asleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrePLVw1ZI/AAAAAAAAB5o/4hloXZtCur0/s1600-h/oct+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrePLVw1ZI/AAAAAAAAB5o/4hloXZtCur0/s400/oct+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Pretty much the only time in your life you can look cute drooling on yourself.&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/7499466896924672469-244064397879242089?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/244064397879242089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=244064397879242089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/244064397879242089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/244064397879242089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Catching up on October.....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Svrc-RrjbvI/AAAAAAAAB5A/wmjenYa0qAs/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5513418413647507668</id><published>2009-10-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:35:00.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I felt bad enough about working all these hours lately, I get dissed by Skylar's classroom mom. She doesn't bother calling me to ask if we can bring snacks for the Halloween party Thursday.... she calls George to ask him. What a slap in the face. What woman would honestly call the DAD and expect him to remember the date and time and show up with snacks, too? I should just let her learn her lesson when George shows up with an opened package of Ritz crackers and a bag of M&amp;amp;M's from the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to nominate me for Worst Mom of the Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5513418413647507668?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5513418413647507668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5513418413647507668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5513418413647507668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5513418413647507668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-when-i-felt-bad-enough-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8966844561088032188</id><published>2009-10-19T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:39:43.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>Lucy fell asleep in my arms today after a hard morning at the library and playing baseball in the front yard. I didn't want to put her down in her crib. I just wanted to hold her for hours like I did when she was a newborn and I complained about having to hold her for hours. Ahhh. These are the rewards of motherhood. I can't think of anything else in the entire world that's quite as precious as holding a warm baby while they sleep against your chest, their chubby little hands clutching your shirt and their favorite blankie. In ten years I am going to read this entry and start bawling because all my babies will be big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8966844561088032188?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8966844561088032188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8966844561088032188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8966844561088032188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8966844561088032188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetest-thing.html' title='The sweetest thing'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2790829657975681747</id><published>2009-10-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:18:37.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend, Lucy tried a new food: corn on the cob. Even though there is not really any corn left on this cob, she is not letting go of her treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrjG7pF4OI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FmXA42wNIb4/s1600-h/oct+0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrjG7pF4OI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FmXA42wNIb4/s400/oct+0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had to pry the gnawed-on corn cobs out of her greasy little fists and make her go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the primary program at church. The children all were wonderful. Honestly, this was probably one of the least-wiggly, best-rehearsed programs I've seen - and I've seen/directed a lot of primary programs. Skylar and Bart got to sing a duet: The 4th Article of Faith song. I was so proud to see them both up there singing together, and even if it wasn't in perfect harmony, it was beautiful. Next year, Drake will be up there singing, too.&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/7499466896924672469-2790829657975681747?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2790829657975681747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2790829657975681747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2790829657975681747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2790829657975681747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend-lucy-tried-new-food-corn.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SvrjG7pF4OI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FmXA42wNIb4/s72-c/oct+0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3786396453461760942</id><published>2009-10-18T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:36:35.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BZZZZZZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvse-j_iEI/AAAAAAAAB30/NsjnMmwuV4g/s1600-h/october09+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvse-j_iEI/AAAAAAAAB30/NsjnMmwuV4g/s400/october09+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394164995640494146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the sound of an angry bee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvsfGHTwAI/AAAAAAAAB38/1NIXKxgh7fY/s1600-h/october09+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvsfGHTwAI/AAAAAAAAB38/1NIXKxgh7fY/s400/october09+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394164997667667970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy seems truly dismayed that her own mother would subject her to such indignities.&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/7499466896924672469-3786396453461760942?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3786396453461760942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3786396453461760942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3786396453461760942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3786396453461760942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/bzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='BZZZZZZZZZZZ'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvse-j_iEI/AAAAAAAAB30/NsjnMmwuV4g/s72-c/october09+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5890920878798933186</id><published>2009-10-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:37:37.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, folks, I'm pretty sure I have the next Nobel Prize in the bag. I've already got the reckless spending down.  I'm just working on the telling blatant lies with a straight face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5890920878798933186?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5890920878798933186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5890920878798933186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5890920878798933186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5890920878798933186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-folks-im-pretty-sure-i-have-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5314260049283303059</id><published>2009-10-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:20:18.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Movies, TV</title><content type='html'>In the world of books, I've been making my way through Glenn Beck's "Arguing With Idiots" this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to go to the movies, but there's nothing out that I am interested in seeing. I guess I'd just go for the popcorn, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for TV, I've been DVR-ing the CW's "Vampire Diaries". I read all the books when I was in high school. I love some of LJ Smith's earlier books. She wrote "Night of the Solstice" and "Heart of Valor" which were probably two of mine and my sister's favorite books when we were growing up. I read "Night of the Solstice" to Skylar a few years ago, but I've had a really hard time finding a copy of "Heart of Valor" - I don't know if it went out of print or something?? But LJ Smith's books have been a lot easier to find lately, so maybe I can get my hands on a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really liked the Vampire Diaries books. Twilight has some things in common with it. However, I am UTTERLY disappointed that the series on the CW is chock full of sex and drugs. Honestly, half the stuff in the TV show never happened in the books. I am really ticked off because they omitted a bunch of characters, changed names, made Elena a brunette instead of a blonde, gave Elena a druggie teenage brother instead of a little sister, and basically just crapped up the whole thing. I really wish they had stuck to the books. It's too hip (read: worldly). I don't really care if high school kids these days are really out there smoking pot, popping pills and sleeping around - that wasn't in the books and it really wasn't necessary to put it in. I guess it's going to just turn out to be another "Gossip Girl" or "One Tree Hill" with some vampires and werewolves thrown in. Ugh. The bad part is that even though it annoys me, I'm still watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5314260049283303059?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5314260049283303059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5314260049283303059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5314260049283303059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5314260049283303059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-movies-tv.html' title='Books, Movies, TV'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-5419455220986785900</id><published>2009-10-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:31:53.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp2FiXVMI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Le6Ll7ed-E8/s1600-h/october09+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp2FiXVMI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Le6Ll7ed-E8/s400/october09+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394162094114821314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids recently discovered the movie "The Sandlot" and LOVE it. I had forgotten there was some swearing in it, because it's rated PG, but it's such a good movie. Drake calls it the "Dog movie". Monday we went to the park with Vanessa and the kids because the Big Two had a teacher workday. Let me tell you, the park can be such a dangerous place! In the period of about an hour, Taylor, Lucy, and Skylar all hit their heads. Skylar wound up with a dent and then a huge goose egg on her forehead. She was pretty whiny about it until I took them all to Walmart and let them spend some of their money. Bart opted for a Star Wars toy, even though I tried to persuade him to buy a tennis racket for tennis practice. Skylar bought several yards of fabric so we could make a Renaissance-style dress for her to play in. And Drake decided he wanted a baseball glove (actually it's a tee ball glove). He loves his glove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp1o6VjsI/AAAAAAAAB28/O3UDQagJ_HE/s1600-h/october09+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp1o6VjsI/AAAAAAAAB28/O3UDQagJ_HE/s400/october09+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394162086430740162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, pretty much all we did on Tuesday was play catch outside. We would've been out again today except it was rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp3O-ePeI/AAAAAAAAB3U/CuH3j8J0Ex8/s1600-h/october09+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp3O-ePeI/AAAAAAAAB3U/CuH3j8J0Ex8/s400/october09+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394162113828503010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp3g8LEzI/AAAAAAAAB3c/YLAMPLcjVPw/s1600-h/october09+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp3g8LEzI/AAAAAAAAB3c/YLAMPLcjVPw/s400/october09+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394162118650696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer Drake will finally be old enough to play tee ball and I think he'll be a good ball player. He's always had a good arm. I nearly lost a kneecap playing catch with him without a glove of my own. He throws hard and fast and most of the time pretty accurately. The bad part is that he likes to fire one at you from about five feet away or when you're not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Drake got his hair cut at Kids Cuts and he even got to have blue gel in his hair. He was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvrbzJ6LYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Q2yfjSDAmLk/s1600-h/october09+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvrbzJ6LYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Q2yfjSDAmLk/s400/october09+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394163841527065986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, however, was mad that she didn't get a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvrceGfDCI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JzjDb98IDVI/s1600-h/october09+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/StvrceGfDCI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JzjDb98IDVI/s400/october09+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394163853055429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-5419455220986785900?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5419455220986785900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=5419455220986785900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5419455220986785900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/5419455220986785900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/kids-recently-discovered-movie-sandlot.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Stvp2FiXVMI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Le6Ll7ed-E8/s72-c/october09+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4503695138047299173</id><published>2009-10-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:19:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week George recovered from "the flu". Miraculously, he's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;What a nice weekend we had. I always love Conference weekends. It's so relaxing and even though I usually don't get to hear most of what's said,  it's just the point that it's Conference. Somehow, even though the kids are fighting or playing loudly or demanding juice, I still end up coming away with something I needed to hear. In between, we decorated the house for Halloween and I think it looks pretty creepy....&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Nicolaysens on Sunday and ate WAAAAAY too much, but it was so good. Vanessa, I want that roll recipe. It's the best. We also came home and Skylar had a long talk with me about wanting to be homeschooled. I am considering it because she's been asking me about this for several years now and I think she's really serious about it. Plus public school is pissing me off. Skylar was told the other day that she couldn't bring this Special K 90-calorie pretzel and chocolate granola bar because it wasn't healthy. Honestly, I buy the Special K 90-cal bars BECAUSE they have less calories and less sugar than regular granola bars and fruit and grain bars. Skylar said that if kids bring something for snack that the teacher deems "unhealthy", she throws it away. I hit the roof when I heard that. Throw away food?? Then perhaps the teacher would like to reimburse parents for the cost of the thrown out food? First of all, public school has no business telling me how and what to feed my kid. Second of all, if they were really so concerned about unhealthy snack choices, they'd harp on those sugar-laden gummy fruit snacks and mini soda-pops kids bring.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing and I really do think I am going to jerk my kids out of public school and homeschool them, which is a shame because I really want them to get the whole elementary school experience.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there want to join together and start a charter school???? Trust me, we would not be teaching the kids about global warming and we will DEFINITELY allow the Pledge of Allegiance and CHRISTMAS parties (as opposed to "holiday" parties).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4503695138047299173?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4503695138047299173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4503695138047299173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4503695138047299173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4503695138047299173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-week-george-recovered-from-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8125207260346571096</id><published>2009-10-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:03:34.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaa me</title><content type='html'>Well, I've pretty much lost all reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;Drake gave up his naps this week.&lt;br /&gt;We struggled on for the last few days, trying to wring even a small one out of him, but today it was pretty much official.&lt;br /&gt;No more naps for Drake, not unless I want him to lie in his room and scream for me for an hour. This is the kid who has always napped really well, with hardly a protest. He's definitely telling me he's done with napping.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one not done with it. I'm in denial. I want my ME time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8125207260346571096?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8125207260346571096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8125207260346571096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8125207260346571096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8125207260346571096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/waaaa-me.html' title='Waaaa me'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7331212425410330569</id><published>2009-10-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:20:08.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>George and I watched the Last of the Mohicans as a sort of date night. It's my all-time favorite movie. I've loved it since I was a kid, but then I discovered through geneology research that one of my ancestors was taken captive by the Indians during the French and Indian War. Her parents were killed, and her brother and sister were separated and taken into captivity, too. Her sister was taken north and was later rescued by Daniel Boone. My ancestor married an Indian man and had a daughter. Later, after the wars, when English captives were released, the daughter was made to go back to live with white relatives. She was persecuted for being half Indian, but she ended up marrying Daniel Jarrell, my paternal ancestor. I think their story would make a really good book, and I've been thinking of writing it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7331212425410330569?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7331212425410330569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7331212425410330569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7331212425410330569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7331212425410330569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/george-and-i-watched-last-of-mohicans.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8033760176282379971</id><published>2009-10-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:09:08.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was kidding</title><content type='html'>Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next"&gt;https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8033760176282379971?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8033760176282379971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8033760176282379971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8033760176282379971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8033760176282379971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-was-kidding.html' title='I wish I was kidding'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-709504090893374818</id><published>2009-10-01T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:45:57.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Lucy started running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-709504090893374818?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/709504090893374818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=709504090893374818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/709504090893374818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/709504090893374818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-lucy-started-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-8223758994448289835</id><published>2009-09-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:29:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sis</title><content type='html'>September is a happy/sad month for me. Today would have been my sister's 25th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely glorious outside - the air is cool and the sun is warm.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to go anywhere today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-8223758994448289835?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8223758994448289835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=8223758994448289835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8223758994448289835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/8223758994448289835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-litttle-sis.html' title='My Little Sis'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1102119032562991919</id><published>2009-09-24T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:35:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I can only assume this is why the Neuse smelled like poo today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxHVztYCTI/AAAAAAAAB18/uT6Cs2YqeIU/s1600-h/sept09+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxHVztYCTI/AAAAAAAAB18/uT6Cs2YqeIU/s400/sept09+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257694411622706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of dead fish washed up at Union Point Park and tons more floating belly-up in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxIRLuUQDI/AAAAAAAAB2U/JqdzLT8MyzY/s1600-h/sept09+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxIRLuUQDI/AAAAAAAAB2U/JqdzLT8MyzY/s400/sept09+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385258714470301746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty gross. Drake, of course, was fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxHWpANZeI/AAAAAAAAB2E/SXw3fkWbYds/s1600-h/sept09+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxHWpANZeI/AAAAAAAAB2E/SXw3fkWbYds/s400/sept09+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257708717696482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1102119032562991919?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1102119032562991919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1102119032562991919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1102119032562991919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1102119032562991919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-anyone.html' title='Swimming, anyone?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxHVztYCTI/AAAAAAAAB18/uT6Cs2YqeIU/s72-c/sept09+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1067463504337301199</id><published>2009-09-22T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:36:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm just stupid, but I can't figure it out</title><content type='html'>I am so disgusted I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;How can our brilliant leader keep blathering on about global warming and healthcare reform and ignoring the troops in Afghanistan who are pleading for reinforcements?&lt;br /&gt;Here are my thoughts on the matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT "CLIMATE CHANGE" WHEN PEOPLE'S HUSBANDS, WIVES, FATHERS, MOTHERS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, SONS, AND DAUGHTERS ARE AT RISK IN A FARAWAY LAND FOR A COUNTRY THEY'VE GIVEN AN OATH TO DEFEND AND A COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF THEY'VE PLEDGED TO OBEY WHO FINDS MORE SIGNIFICANCE IN THE TAXING OF COW FARTS THAN PRESERVING THEIR LIVES?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey everybody, at least we've reduced our carbon emissions!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that some people can care more about our carbon footprint than the tiny footprint of an aborted baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we place other agendas before the priority and sanctity of human life, I think we leave room for the eventual justification of genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that's just me. Maybe I just need to get in line with the rest of the bleating sheep and get my priorities straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1067463504337301199?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1067463504337301199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1067463504337301199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1067463504337301199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1067463504337301199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-im-just-stupid-but-i-cant.html' title='I guess I&apos;m just stupid, but I can&apos;t figure it out'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7324763204144039655</id><published>2009-09-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:52:25.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this email from a neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 22pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:+2;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt; HR              615&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 15pt;font-family:Arial;font-size:+1;color:#000000;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;On Tuesday, the Senate health              committee voted 12-11 in favor of a two-page amendment, courtesy of              Republican Tom Coburn which would require all Members of Congress              and their staff members to enroll in any new government-run health              plan. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Congressman John Fleming has              proposed an amendment that would require Congressmen and Senators to              take the same health care plan that they would force on us.              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#800000;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;(Under proposed legislation              they are exempt.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Congressman Fleming is              encouraging people to go to his Website and sign his petition.               The process is very simple.  I have done just that              at:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="http://fleming.house.gov/index.html" href="http://fleming.house.gov/index.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 22pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:+2;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://fleming.house.gov/&lt;wbr&gt;index.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 22pt;font-family:Arial;font-size:+2;color:#000000;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Senator Coburn and Congressman              Fleming are both physicians.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Arial;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Regardless of your political              beliefs, it sure seems reasonable that Congress should have exactly              the same medical coverage that they impose on the rest of              us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Arial;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 45px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-size: 17pt;font-family:Verdana;font-size:+2;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Please urge as many people as              you can to do the    same!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7324763204144039655?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7324763204144039655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7324763204144039655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7324763204144039655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7324763204144039655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-this-email-from-neighbor.html' title='Got this email from a neighbor'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2428787355918762261</id><published>2009-09-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:27:10.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall at Last</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for autumn. It's my favorite season, only I wish it were a little cooler. Yesterday was so nice. We just went to church, even though George left early and I couldn't get all the kids out of the house on time and Lucy almost fell out of the car onto her head. Luckily, Skylar caught her upside down by the hem of her skirt. Basically Lucy was just hanging upside down with her head a foot or so from the asphalt. Ahhhhhrrrrrggggg. But everything was fine once we actually go to church (which it always is) and Lucy was really good for me while I taught the lesson in YW.&lt;br /&gt;We came home, ate lunch, and everyone except the big kids got naps. I slept REALLY well and felt so refreshed when I woke up. Then we started dinner and had friends over. It was just a nice, relaxing evening. I haven't cooked a real meal in weeks. George made a teriyaki pork roast. I made homemade mac n' cheese, cabbage, and I even threw together a peach cobbler for dessert (I haven't had dessert in sooo long!). None of it was anything fabulous, but just all the smells and the feeling of fall in the air made me feel cozy and happy. I lit my favorite candle which smells like apple cider, a sure sign that fall's a-coming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I sound like a dodo, but is it so wrong to be glad to be happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2428787355918762261?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2428787355918762261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2428787355918762261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2428787355918762261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2428787355918762261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-at-last.html' title='Fall at Last'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2669529436958946514</id><published>2009-09-18T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:33:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Prozac should be something automatically added into the water supply, like fluoride. It's been one of THOSE weeks at work, and I'm really thinking there are an awful lot of people out there who could use an overdose of happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-2669529436958946514?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2669529436958946514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2669529436958946514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2669529436958946514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2669529436958946514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-prozac-should-be-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6392915983569451044</id><published>2009-09-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:15:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands up</title><content type='html'>I went into Target for milk and pull-ups this morning and $80 later we come home with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxDgTslCHI/AAAAAAAAB1M/AzAbsOc4LMU/s1600-h/sept09+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxDgTslCHI/AAAAAAAAB1M/AzAbsOc4LMU/s400/sept09+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385253476750395506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest costumes I've seen in awhile. It's Jengo Fett from Star Wars. I knew Bart would go bananas over it. We got the matching gun to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxDf_VE_yI/AAAAAAAAB1E/oqoMzj8dyr8/s1600-h/sept09+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxDf_VE_yI/AAAAAAAAB1E/oqoMzj8dyr8/s400/sept09+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385253471283117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6392915983569451044?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6392915983569451044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6392915983569451044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6392915983569451044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6392915983569451044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-your-hands-up.html' title='Put your hands up'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxDgTslCHI/AAAAAAAAB1M/AzAbsOc4LMU/s72-c/sept09+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-913587752603439864</id><published>2009-09-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:11:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was up late &amp;amp; watched the Man in the Moon, with Reese Witherspoon. Made me miss my little sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-913587752603439864?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/913587752603439864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=913587752603439864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/913587752603439864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/913587752603439864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-up-late-watched-man-in-moon-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-6450257953955481169</id><published>2009-09-17T21:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:25:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pretty Girls</title><content type='html'>Skylar took Lucy and disappeared upstairs. About half an hour later, they reappear looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFLqJUWzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Ht-yfZYXEM0/s1600-h/sept09+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFLqJUWzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Ht-yfZYXEM0/s400/sept09+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255321022520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy was sporting her very first makeover. Skylar had put lipstick and body glitter on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFLITleMI/AAAAAAAAB1k/QI8SkgxlPFM/s1600-h/sept09+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFLITleMI/AAAAAAAAB1k/QI8SkgxlPFM/s400/sept09+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255311938779330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were quite pleased with themselves. I can only take this as a sign of times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFKhIpquI/AAAAAAAAB1c/8NN1TNQCns8/s1600-h/sept09+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFKhIpquI/AAAAAAAAB1c/8NN1TNQCns8/s400/sept09+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255301423934178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFKG8FIjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/czshtecIiRE/s1600-h/sept09+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFKG8FIjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/czshtecIiRE/s400/sept09+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255294391886386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-6450257953955481169?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6450257953955481169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=6450257953955481169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6450257953955481169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/6450257953955481169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-pretty-girls.html' title='Two Pretty Girls'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrxFLqJUWzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Ht-yfZYXEM0/s72-c/sept09+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-462667275052203054</id><published>2009-09-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:31:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLKilOwWI/AAAAAAAAB0c/0Ni8nE9NOtM/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLKilOwWI/AAAAAAAAB0c/0Ni8nE9NOtM/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382658255347433826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I temporarily fell off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back now, but somewhere along the way I turned 30. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLMDd9CaI/AAAAAAAAB00/b5ij7T5rr6I/s1600-h/DSCN0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLMDd9CaI/AAAAAAAAB00/b5ij7T5rr6I/s400/DSCN0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382658281355151778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my birthday weekend, we went to Disney and weaned Lucy. It was a really big weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLLiXsaUI/AAAAAAAAB0s/-kwKg9sztjA/s1600-h/DSCN0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLLiXsaUI/AAAAAAAAB0s/-kwKg9sztjA/s400/DSCN0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382658272470526274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLLKz4OHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/0bdOcrlO5R4/s1600-h/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLLKz4OHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/0bdOcrlO5R4/s400/DSCN0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382658266146289778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left, Lucy discovered the joy of home-grown tomatoes and George tested out our new camera.&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to leave Lucy for the weekend, especially since I had never spent more than a few hours away from her. I didn't worry too much about Drake, as he was going to have his "Aunt Minnie" all weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-462667275052203054?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/462667275052203054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=462667275052203054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/462667275052203054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/462667275052203054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SrMLKilOwWI/AAAAAAAAB0c/0Ni8nE9NOtM/s72-c/DSCN0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7195411083332133803</id><published>2009-09-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:14:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61wo611jI/AAAAAAAAB20/tYr9EAhOpvw/s1600-h/DSCN0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61wo611jI/AAAAAAAAB20/tYr9EAhOpvw/s400/DSCN0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445651231626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two cute boys playing football....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61wG0AnpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/NZKxTFS9VYE/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61wG0AnpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/NZKxTFS9VYE/s400/DSCN0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445642076167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Second Mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61veTHVpI/AAAAAAAAB2k/6ijs_psOkg4/s1600-h/DSCN0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61veTHVpI/AAAAAAAAB2k/6ijs_psOkg4/s400/DSCN0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445631200777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake finally figured out what the pedals are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61u4nnhHI/AAAAAAAAB2c/1e0sb4HC1yA/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61u4nnhHI/AAAAAAAAB2c/1e0sb4HC1yA/s400/DSCN0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445621086225522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The princess in her carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I forget how nice it is just to be outside playing in the yard.&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/7499466896924672469-7195411083332133803?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7195411083332133803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7195411083332133803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7195411083332133803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7195411083332133803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/outdoors.html' title='Outdoors'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Ss61wo611jI/AAAAAAAAB20/tYr9EAhOpvw/s72-c/DSCN0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-1441991679227134961</id><published>2009-09-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:36:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will have my cake and eat it, too</title><content type='html'>Vanessa made me the PRETTIEST pink cake for my birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously too pretty to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-1441991679227134961?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1441991679227134961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=1441991679227134961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1441991679227134961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/1441991679227134961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-have-my-cake-and-eat-it-too.html' title='I will have my cake and eat it, too'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-3808675441155440431</id><published>2009-09-02T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:47:57.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We never had a kid puke in the van whole time we owned it (like 6 years). We have owned our Pilot for less than a month and already two out of four of our children have barfed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????WHY, why, why do all my posts end up coming back to poo or puke??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lucy puked today while we were driving home from dropping Sky and Bart off at school. She made this weird sound, but all I could see in the rearview mirror was a line of drool on her chin and I thought she was just making weird baby noises again. But when I went to get her out of her seat when we arrived at home, wheeeee-ooooo. She was sitting in a puddle of puke. She even got her favorite monkey that she sleeps with. Yesterday she spilled milk all over the monkey. The monkey has had more baths this week than Lucy has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone is the lovely leather smell every time I get into the car. Now we're greeted by the aroma of cheap air freshners and too much Febreze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute red rug we bought several weeks ago for the living room is already picked and pulled from Drake driving cars on it. It took him maybe two days to accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, why do I even bother trying to have anything nice? My kids are lucky they're so dang cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-3808675441155440431?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3808675441155440431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=3808675441155440431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3808675441155440431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/3808675441155440431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-never-had-kid-puke-in-van-whole-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-4300784769136990847</id><published>2009-09-02T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:30:14.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why my house is so dirty</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading an excellent book called "The Glass of Time" by Michael Cox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, excellent, excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little romance, a lot of mystery.... I had a really hard time putting it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-4300784769136990847?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4300784769136990847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=4300784769136990847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4300784769136990847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/4300784769136990847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why-my-house-is-so-dirty.html' title='This is why my house is so dirty'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-7938582850835064316</id><published>2009-08-30T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:16:02.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I basically passed out on the bathroom floor Sunday morning, fully expecting to wake up in a pool of my own vomit (so is this what it feels like to be Lindsay Lohan)? Technically I was on the floor between our bathroom and bedroom. And there was absolutely no alcohol of any sort involved. It's a long story, but it goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor upped my dosage of Mirapex, which I am taking for my Restless Leg Syndrome and my twitchy leg thingy (I can't remember the name of the condition). He doubled it, in fact. George mentioned on Saturday morning that I had been awfully twitchy the night before, so once we got home from the baseball game, I took the doubled dose of Mirapex for the first time. I slept OK, I suppose, except my arms and legs were kind of tingly all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our alarm went off in the morning, I drug myself into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. Well, while I was standing at the mirror, I got this uncontrollable urge to vomit. I mean, I REALLY felt like I was going to hurl. My heart was racing, my mouth was watering, my breathing was quick. I felt so bad, I had to sit on the floor with my head between my knees and deep breathe. George saw me and told me to get back in bed, that I was not going to church. I was too sick to argue. At that point, I figured I had gotten some kind of virus, maybe the same thing that had made Drake nail the backseat of the car with puke. I woke up probably an hour and a half later feeling much better -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I stood up and tried to brush my teeth again. As I stood there, holding the toothbrush, I got the same hurl-y feeling as before. Although this time, I had waves of heat going through my body, my arms and legs were tingly and numb and wouldn't really support me well. My head was spinning and stuffy, and my vision was was dotty. I sat down with my head between my knees again. I kept looking toward our toilet, which REALLY needs to be cleaned, and thinking, "please don't make me put my face near that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so weak that I couldn't stand. Sitting wasn't helping me either this time, so I laid down on the floor between my bed and the bathroom and dozed in and out of sleep. I started to hear Lucy cry after awhile, and I got panicky because I knew I couldn't get up to go get her, and I knew I wasn't able to call loudly enough for one of the older kids to hear me. For some reason, I had taken my phone up to my room the night before and laid it on the bedside table, which I almost never do. At any rate, when I realized something besides a virus was happening to me, I called George (and got his voicemail, of course, he was in Sacrament Meeting.) So I texted him "Call me", to which he texted back to ask if anything was wrong. I replied only "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me a moment later from the hallway. I told him what was wrong and apparently he disrupted Sacrament Meeting and set a lot of folks speculating what was going on. He asked our friend Josh to come home with him in case he needed to drive me to the hospital and leave the kids at home. I thought that was very nice/brave for Josh to agree to come and watch our brood.&lt;br /&gt;So when George got home, he found me half-asleep on the floor. He asked me if I needed to go to the hospital, but it was an indication of how out of it I was that I didn't consider going at that point -  I just wanted to lie down in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George helped me up and into bed. He asked if I could stand, but I told him I couldn't without getting sick. At this point, we both suspected my sickness may have had something to do with the higher dosage of medication I had taken rather than some virus going around.&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I slept until noon. When I got up, even though I'd been gripped by hot flashes and chills now and again, my head was hurting. I'd woken, crying out, from a dream in which  a collision with another car was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered downstairs, groggy and feeling like someone kicked me repeatedly in the head. Luckily, Josh and Jamie are our friends and not likely to care too much if I look like Medusa. Josh was hanging out playing the Force Unleashed with Bart while George made lunch. The second - and I mean the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;I stepped foot downstairs, without even looking at me (I wasn't even in the same room with him) Drake yelled, "Mom, I want a dink!" (drink), and Lucy crawled to find me quick as a flash. I can never get past their Mommy Radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon Jamie arrived with the kids and we all had lunch. I think I may have uttered some coherent sentences over lunch, but I'm not sure. I just rested most of the remainder of the day while the Little Two took their naps and the Big Two read and watched TV. Even by bedtime, I was not wholly well. I still had a light-headed, detached feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. It was horrible. I hope to never experience that again. I told one of our pharmacists about it, and she said it was too much medication for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that. Suffice it to say that a drug overdose is NOT what I had in mind when I went to bed the night before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499466896924672469-7938582850835064316?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7938582850835064316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=7938582850835064316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7938582850835064316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/7938582850835064316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-basically-passed-out-on-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499466896924672469.post-2912964265583505575</id><published>2009-08-30T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:25:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a really great weekend (sort of).&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to work. Saturday morning I was kind of grumpy though, since Drake had woken me three or so times during the night by screaming for me. The first time was because his blanket had fallen off him and onto the floor. The other times, I'm not sure why. The last time, Bart came into our room complaining that Drake was screaming, so George moved Drake into our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was pooped. George kept annoying me by offering to make me breakfast even when I told him I did NOT eggs and toast. I just wanted to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it together a little later, though, and we all headed over to George's friend's house to go swimming. We ate lunch, played a little Guitar Hero, went swimming, and took a dip in the hot tub. I enjoyed myself, even though I was really exhausted and not in much of a partying mood. The kids had a blast of course, commandeering one anothers' ships/floats and launching cannons/beach balls at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm we packed up and headed to Kinston for my nephew Mack's birthday party. Lucy and Drake fell asleep pretty quickly on the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc5jXym7I/AAAAAAAAB0M/SgMydnqyX2o/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc5jXym7I/AAAAAAAAB0M/SgMydnqyX2o/s400/DSC01925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992724014144434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptdNFj6xhI/AAAAAAAAB0U/CtHv2-2Ij_w/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptdNFj6xhI/AAAAAAAAB0U/CtHv2-2Ij_w/s400/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375993059609331218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar made a pretty good pillow - until Drake drooled on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc5WxH_3I/AAAAAAAAB0E/oRX8d_e7VvM/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc5WxH_3I/AAAAAAAAB0E/oRX8d_e7VvM/s400/DSC01924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992720630742898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bart is watching Pirates of the Caribbean - and biting his nails - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc42JdR6I/AAAAAAAABz8/cqzoJRKW4tA/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc42JdR6I/AAAAAAAABz8/cqzoJRKW4tA/s400/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992711874430882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;George, always one to smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc4l47dKI/AAAAAAAABz0/YVTNBs4US7c/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc4l47dKI/AAAAAAAABz0/YVTNBs4US7c/s400/DSC01922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992707510138018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And since there are never any pictures of me, I used the mirror to take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mack was having his party at Grainger Stadium, at a Kinston Indians' game. It was a sticky and hot night, but all in all, not a bad night for a baseball game. We stayed for only three or four innings - long enough to visit some, watch Mack open his gifts, and share some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptaspwBWhI/AAAAAAAABzc/e_BPBR_RY6I/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptaspwBWhI/AAAAAAAABzc/e_BPBR_RY6I/s400/DSC01918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990303364831762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy, front and center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc4S7WC7I/AAAAAAAABzs/QAe0wkrR_oc/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc4S7WC7I/AAAAAAAABzs/QAe0wkrR_oc/s400/DSC01921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992702419995570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skylar and Leslie-Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptarfzA9HI/AAAAAAAABzE/jNwHj-dpYrg/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptarfzA9HI/AAAAAAAABzE/jNwHj-dpYrg/s400/DSC01915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990283513164914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptas0O92KI/AAAAAAAABzk/7t-PYrM2Ml0/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptas0O92KI/AAAAAAAABzk/7t-PYrM2Ml0/s400/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990306178980002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy and Mommy and Bart in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptasHKEaQI/AAAAAAAABzU/xL0UrZZpBDY/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/SptasHKEaQI/AAAAAAAABzU/xL0UrZZpBDY/s400/DSC01917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990294078843138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bart hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptar3AgquI/AAAAAAAABzM/GO15ukR9jkc/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptar3AgquI/AAAAAAAABzM/GO15ukR9jkc/s400/DSC01916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990289743784674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake enjoying the chocolate cake, even though he was too full to eat more than five bites of his hot dog.&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/7499466896924672469-2912964265583505575?l=savitzclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2912964265583505575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499466896924672469&amp;postID=2912964265583505575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2912964265583505575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499466896924672469/posts/default/2912964265583505575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savitzclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-had-really-great-weekend-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215357883912555740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/R-hKUrFZq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0hF9B25-Ew/S220/wendy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IY28dgIQwcQ/Sptc5jXym7I/AAAAAAAAB0M/SgMydnqyX2o/s72-c/DSC01925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
