<?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-3064968091587913948</id><updated>2012-01-13T21:00:44.966-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Eli'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='JJ'/><category term='Writings'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Baby J'/><category term='Secrets'/><category term='In Memory of'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Bama'/><title type='text'>Moments In Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5159445537620062620</id><published>2011-12-21T14:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:56:10.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 15</title><content type='html'>And it's a BOY.... at least tentatively until they double confirm when baby is a little bigger at Week 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood pressure is good and sugar levels are good, praying that these keep up... lifting our little family up in prayer!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l4eN-mvCHTA/TvJH6FK5DqI/AAAAAAAABKc/5PkszCWiQMw/s640/blogger-image-588225544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l4eN-mvCHTA/TvJH6FK5DqI/AAAAAAAABKc/5PkszCWiQMw/s640/blogger-image-588225544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5159445537620062620?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5159445537620062620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5159445537620062620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5159445537620062620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5159445537620062620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/12/week-15.html' title='Week 15'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l4eN-mvCHTA/TvJH6FK5DqI/AAAAAAAABKc/5PkszCWiQMw/s72-c/blogger-image-588225544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2786492016145249834</id><published>2011-12-19T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:08:43.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of Christmas</title><content type='html'>It has been heartwarming watching our two and a half year old child just absorb the wonders of the season, he truly believes that Santa will come bearing presents if he is a good boy and we chuckle at just how hard he tries to be good (which he already is most of the time). In my son, I remember fragments of my own childhood, the magic of wishing fervently for a toy or a book, at such a young age, it certainly seems to be the reason for living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been cute watching him make decisions, outweighing the costs/benefits and making the best decisions. When in the past I have to repeat my request to pick up his toys or go to sleep or do something, he does it on the first request now. Last night as we settled into bed, my normally chatty child had a toy in his hand and was busy play acting and didn't want to go to sleep yet so I sighed and talking to myself mentioned having to call Santa about Eli not listening and immediately he says he's listening, puts his toy down and shuts his eyes, two minutes later, his steady breathing signaled that he was asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child, I wish I could bottle all these memories and never forget them, you are precious to us. May the wonder of Christmas never leave you and may you always remember the reason for the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2786492016145249834?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2786492016145249834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2786492016145249834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2786492016145249834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2786492016145249834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/12/wonder-of-christmas.html' title='The wonder of Christmas'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7951892292436339277</id><published>2011-12-07T14:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:47:25.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks, 6 days</title><content type='html'>This second pregnancy is a lot scarier than the first (which was a breeze). At the get go, there was the issue of the huge fibroid, diabetes that never went away (gestational turned full blown) and today, I just found out that my kidneys are not functioning as normal. A 24-hour urine test brought a result of 9,606mg per 24 hours and the normal range is 300 mg or less. The maternal fetal medicine doctor wants me to see a kidney specialist so we'll see what is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the little one over the ultrasound was reassuring, he/she was active and moving, the little heartbeat made me choke up... At that moment, all I truly want is for this child to develop normally and be born healthy, motherhood has been so rewarding but at the same time, it has been the most worrying journey to date, I worry when my child coughs or has a fever, I worry  if I'm teaching him enough or if he is watching too much tv or eating the right foods.... Silly, I know but I can't help it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this little one nestled in my belly, Mummy will worry until you are safe in my arms, I wish I can fast forward the time to June, that way, I'll know everything is alright but I know I have to try and enjoy the pregnancy and wait it's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your big brother tells everyone that his brother and sister is in his Mummy's belly (no, don't worry, it's ONE baby!) and I know he can't wait to see you, he already sings you songs, read you stories, give you kisses and include you in his conversations (he likes going around the table and announcing the color of our eyes... Brown for mummy, blue for daddy, green for eli and he asks me what color are baby's eyes????? I tell him we have to wait and see and he'll say it's because baby is still growing right mummy????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any wants for Christmas this year, all I ask is for a healthy baby and family... That in itself is the only thing that matters to me right now as I go from one stressful OB appointment to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please watch over our little family and help us get through this pregnancy with ease and let June be a joyful time.... Hang in there little one, grow well, keep that fighting heart beating, as with your brother, we love you even before we can hold you in our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ygBE33LTEy4/Tt_Q3FDvQSI/AAAAAAAABKU/1RqECD46WDs/s640/blogger-image--983062899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ygBE33LTEy4/Tt_Q3FDvQSI/AAAAAAAABKU/1RqECD46WDs/s640/blogger-image--983062899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7951892292436339277?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7951892292436339277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7951892292436339277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7951892292436339277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7951892292436339277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-weeks-6-days.html' title='12 weeks, 6 days'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ygBE33LTEy4/Tt_Q3FDvQSI/AAAAAAAABKU/1RqECD46WDs/s72-c/blogger-image--983062899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2666623103637272086</id><published>2011-12-05T13:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:04:49.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>We're ecstatic and cannot wait for this little baby to get here!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Yet!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W4SELAH2K6g/TtfUvvJLY4I/AAAAAAAABJ0/pb0X5JjDbLA/s640/blogger-image-1997999303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W4SELAH2K6g/TtfUvvJLY4I/AAAAAAAABJ0/pb0X5JjDbLA/s640/blogger-image-1997999303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9Vk1_AQhXX4/TtfUwX1YPXI/AAAAAAAABJ8/hbr3FHS0TvA/s640/blogger-image-1844264874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9Vk1_AQhXX4/TtfUwX1YPXI/AAAAAAAABJ8/hbr3FHS0TvA/s640/blogger-image-1844264874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7966883456083546863?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7966883456083546863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7966883456083546863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7966883456083546863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7966883456083546863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-boy-wish.html' title='A little boy&amp;amp;apos;s wish'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W4SELAH2K6g/TtfUvvJLY4I/AAAAAAAABJ0/pb0X5JjDbLA/s72-c/blogger-image-1997999303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1451432330955684520</id><published>2011-12-01T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:23:43.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;apos;s almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>With the help of our little elf, our Christmas tree is finally up. This morning when he woke up, Eli ran to the tree and said "mummy, look here, I did it all for you"...... my child, I hope you'll always be sweet to your mummy :)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gFaMfQ059LI/TtfUNpcztoI/AAAAAAAABJs/jZRNPwsAHeg/s640/blogger-image--1326689408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gFaMfQ059LI/TtfUNpcztoI/AAAAAAAABJs/jZRNPwsAHeg/s640/blogger-image--1326689408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1451432330955684520?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1451432330955684520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1451432330955684520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1451432330955684520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1451432330955684520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-almost-christmas.html' title='It&amp;amp;apos;s almost Christmas'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gFaMfQ059LI/TtfUNpcztoI/AAAAAAAABJs/jZRNPwsAHeg/s72-c/blogger-image--1326689408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4104829809261913914</id><published>2011-11-28T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:43:36.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After along hiatus</title><content type='html'>How quickly time has flown by, since I was here last, Eli is two and a half years old, he has such a vibrant personality. He's highly conversant, intelligent, has a great sense of humor, painfully polite and just the sunshine in our lives, he truly is our pride and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be back on here to record the little things that happen so that we can look back and remember this time... I'd also like to jot down the things the little man says that I'd like to remember for always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in bed, I wasn't sure what he was scrambling around and was starting to get impatient because it was past bedtime and it's a school day the next day and I tell him to hurry up and lay down and he goes "hold on mummy, I'm building a castle", sure enough, he barricaded himself with every pillow and lay his pillow pet dragon on the very top of the pile as the guardian of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Sunday before at church as we said the Lord's Prayer, Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As clear as a bell, a little voice says "Jesus, I want my bread with hotdog and ketchup and some macaroni please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long after the prayer ended before the people around us stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the child like innocence and will make an effort to get it jotted down here (no more excuses since I can do it straight from he iPhone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4104829809261913914?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4104829809261913914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4104829809261913914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4104829809261913914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4104829809261913914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-along-hiatus.html' title='After along hiatus'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6378339908431082327</id><published>2010-08-24T16:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:18:56.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone – I wanted to take a moment to share a slideshow of Jonathan’s homecoming. It still very much feels surreal that the events of the past year have come and gone… who needs to watch Army Wives when our own lives have had its own ups and downs (of epic proportions no less) unfold right before our eyes. Thank you to all our friends and family, who supported, encouraged and carried us through the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the slideshow and I must say I love it that the song being played was what Jonathan and I danced for the first time as husband and wife J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kristenlynphotography.zenfolio.com/p896397067/slideshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6378339908431082327?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6378339908431082327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6378339908431082327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6378339908431082327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6378339908431082327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7300969137109834055</id><published>2010-08-24T14:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:39:54.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli updates in pictures - August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe9-RsryI/AAAAAAAABIY/UIgCVZLx4xE/s1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe9-RsryI/AAAAAAAABIY/UIgCVZLx4xE/s320/bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062294219042594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With BearBear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe-APUodI/AAAAAAAABIg/o-4Ik6s7epY/s1600/bear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe-APUodI/AAAAAAAABIg/o-4Ik6s7epY/s320/bear+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062294745948626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to church we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe-QpZghI/AAAAAAAABIo/n73sCrVqvGM/s1600/bear+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe-QpZghI/AAAAAAAABIo/n73sCrVqvGM/s320/bear+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062299150287378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe_AkOSEI/AAAAAAAABIw/DZZu9K4JswQ/s1600/bear+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe_AkOSEI/AAAAAAAABIw/DZZu9K4JswQ/s320/bear+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062312013482050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe_VYTUFI/AAAAAAAABI4/WMq6BqSLwHw/s1600/new+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe_VYTUFI/AAAAAAAABI4/WMq6BqSLwHw/s320/new+book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062317600624722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfqGKnJ9I/AAAAAAAABJA/1JZjVgbTwZg/s1600/daddy+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfqGKnJ9I/AAAAAAAABJA/1JZjVgbTwZg/s320/daddy+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509063052251047890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfqcUJVlI/AAAAAAAABJI/lnAhZpzQres/s1600/playing+with+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfqcUJVlI/AAAAAAAABJI/lnAhZpzQres/s320/playing+with+daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509063058196616786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfq57BkmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/d_99Hk3PKW8/s1600/nite+nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQfq57BkmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/d_99Hk3PKW8/s320/nite+nite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509063066144313954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All play makes a tired boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7300969137109834055?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7300969137109834055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7300969137109834055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7300969137109834055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7300969137109834055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/eli-updates-in-pictures-august-2010.html' title='Eli updates in pictures - August 2010'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQe9-RsryI/AAAAAAAABIY/UIgCVZLx4xE/s72-c/bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-994011835014653123</id><published>2010-08-24T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:34:24.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli updates in pictures - July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQeb0EdE3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/TfOTBmH7JB0/s1600/mango.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQeb0EdE3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/TfOTBmH7JB0/s320/mango.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061707363586930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm... mango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQebnO5e7I/AAAAAAAABII/ipT68Dl1Gwg/s1600/hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQebnO5e7I/AAAAAAAABII/ipT68Dl1Gwg/s320/hiding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061703917730738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQebS894PI/AAAAAAAABIA/kEsXDiSMDEg/s1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQebS894PI/AAAAAAAABIA/kEsXDiSMDEg/s320/soldier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061698473812210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier like Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQea7YK6_I/AAAAAAAABH4/NeOpDM4Sx1A/s1600/to+market.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQea7YK6_I/AAAAAAAABH4/NeOpDM4Sx1A/s320/to+market.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061692145462258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To market, to market to buy.... a potato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-994011835014653123?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/994011835014653123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=994011835014653123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/994011835014653123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/994011835014653123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/eli-updates-in-pictures-july-2010.html' title='Eli updates in pictures - July 2010'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQeb0EdE3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/TfOTBmH7JB0/s72-c/mango.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2051433046663014251</id><published>2010-08-24T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:31:52.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli update in pictures - June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdRfSAlOI/AAAAAAAABHY/GEf7bdVl6M0/s1600/dishwasher+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdRfSAlOI/AAAAAAAABHY/GEf7bdVl6M0/s320/dishwasher+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060430472975586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farley's rusk from Aunt Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdQ4mZ1_I/AAAAAAAABHQ/0ouf6kB2pnU/s1600/dishwasher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdQ4mZ1_I/AAAAAAAABHQ/0ouf6kB2pnU/s320/dishwasher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060420089534450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite hangout at the apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdTAEWqKI/AAAAAAAABHw/3YTcx1V3IBE/s1600/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdTAEWqKI/AAAAAAAABHw/3YTcx1V3IBE/s320/ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060456453941410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainig in session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdSlnHYnI/AAAAAAAABHo/_zcwZF0UILE/s1600/haircut+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdSlnHYnI/AAAAAAAABHo/_zcwZF0UILE/s320/haircut+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060449351983730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdSG3ZIII/AAAAAAAABHg/ba21GJ9ZO08/s1600/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdSG3ZIII/AAAAAAAABHg/ba21GJ9ZO08/s320/haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060441098756226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First haircut &amp; first lollipop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2051433046663014251?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2051433046663014251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2051433046663014251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2051433046663014251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2051433046663014251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/eli-update-in-pictures-june-2010.html' title='Eli update in pictures - June 2010'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQdRfSAlOI/AAAAAAAABHY/GEf7bdVl6M0/s72-c/dishwasher+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1731950172733780369</id><published>2010-08-24T14:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:26:30.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture update - House reconstruction</title><content type='html'>July 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbU71wJZI/AAAAAAAABGY/1Hl-2FrVnak/s1600/pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbU71wJZI/AAAAAAAABGY/1Hl-2FrVnak/s320/pod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509058290655438226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POD is finally delivered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbUFtm0tI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V90WQpanz0w/s1600/siding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbUFtm0tI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V90WQpanz0w/s320/siding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509058276125758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New siding put up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbTpkZf3I/AAAAAAAABGI/3XXbFbUUe-g/s1600/tyvek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbTpkZf3I/AAAAAAAABGI/3XXbFbUUe-g/s320/tyvek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509058268570943346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siding in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbTOCcKEI/AAAAAAAABGA/Zbk1sQQZlX0/s1600/new+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbTOCcKEI/AAAAAAAABGA/Zbk1sQQZlX0/s320/new+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509058261180753986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New window in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbSpstYNI/AAAAAAAABF4/rr-fVeGtPRE/s1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbSpstYNI/AAAAAAAABF4/rr-fVeGtPRE/s320/stairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509058251425931474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs fixed and prepped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQccdXiT6I/AAAAAAAABHA/V4FMcC1TsR0/s1600/drywall+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQccdXiT6I/AAAAAAAABHA/V4FMcC1TsR0/s320/drywall+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059519426219938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQccL8hcII/AAAAAAAABG4/A0SUimlGxMI/s1600/drywall+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQccL8hcII/AAAAAAAABG4/A0SUimlGxMI/s320/drywall+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059514749513858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcbj6yvKI/AAAAAAAABGw/goz8DRWKzm4/s1600/drywall+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcbj6yvKI/AAAAAAAABGw/goz8DRWKzm4/s320/drywall+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059504004840610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcal_fUQI/AAAAAAAABGo/6txeV0pNYCo/s1600/drywall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcal_fUQI/AAAAAAAABGo/6txeV0pNYCo/s320/drywall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059487381541122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcaC7-_kI/AAAAAAAABGg/5sKOGuL6XUs/s1600/worker+bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcaC7-_kI/AAAAAAAABGg/5sKOGuL6XUs/s320/worker+bee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059477971598914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcz7ETjlI/AAAAAAAABHI/REWZtfYwLKE/s1600/worker+bee+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQcz7ETjlI/AAAAAAAABHI/REWZtfYwLKE/s320/worker+bee+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059922535616082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1731950172733780369?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1731950172733780369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1731950172733780369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1731950172733780369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1731950172733780369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture-update-house-reconstruction.html' title='Picture update - House reconstruction'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQbU71wJZI/AAAAAAAABGY/1Hl-2FrVnak/s72-c/pod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8246875691340362788</id><published>2010-08-24T14:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:18:04.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture updates - Flood</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the quality of pictures. With all the cameras perishing in the flood, I had only my Bl*ackberry to capture images to update my husband in Iraq with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY9r-mBjI/AAAAAAAABEw/joM43CnlZKc/s1600/flooded+river+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY9r-mBjI/AAAAAAAABEw/joM43CnlZKc/s320/flooded+river+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055692237309490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Burgeoning river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY9bpd2oI/AAAAAAAABEo/wLjmn22PDMo/s1600/flooded+river.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY9bpd2oI/AAAAAAAABEo/wLjmn22PDMo/s320/flooded+river.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055687853726338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3rd - Water finally receded, safe to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-bgdDyI/AAAAAAAABE4/D4HgyrGo_5E/s1600/footprints.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-bgdDyI/AAAAAAAABE4/D4HgyrGo_5E/s320/footprints.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055704995794722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First steps into the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-72XozI/AAAAAAAABFI/9vN_aws_K6s/s1600/living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-72XozI/AAAAAAAABFI/9vN_aws_K6s/s320/living+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055713677648690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sight of the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-vuQHfI/AAAAAAAABFA/bQDJqf963Pk/s1600/garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY-vuQHfI/AAAAAAAABFA/bQDJqf963Pk/s320/garage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055710422375922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage all topsy turvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ936XTzI/AAAAAAAABFY/uiC5Prt7_0c/s1600/living+room+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ936XTzI/AAAAAAAABFY/uiC5Prt7_0c/s320/living+room+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056794952421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ9qNZONI/AAAAAAAABFQ/X46z5GitQVI/s1600/living+room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ9qNZONI/AAAAAAAABFQ/X46z5GitQVI/s320/living+room+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056791274141906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5th - Demolition time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-6TBPoI/AAAAAAAABFw/NhNBvIhVXyw/s1600/walls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-6TBPoI/AAAAAAAABFw/NhNBvIhVXyw/s320/walls2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056812772572802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drywall, carpets, hardwood, fixtures all ripped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-tm9s8I/AAAAAAAABFo/lKe4LweFgpU/s1600/walls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-tm9s8I/AAAAAAAABFo/lKe4LweFgpU/s320/walls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056809366565826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room cleared out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-JCujeI/AAAAAAAABFg/8-pHCD1Nc6M/s1600/living+room+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQZ-JCujeI/AAAAAAAABFg/8-pHCD1Nc6M/s320/living+room+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056799550901730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out to dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8246875691340362788?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8246875691340362788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8246875691340362788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8246875691340362788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8246875691340362788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture-updates-flood.html' title='Picture updates - Flood'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/THQY9r-mBjI/AAAAAAAABEw/joM43CnlZKc/s72-c/flooded+river+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2003884126480337641</id><published>2010-08-24T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:30:20.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>We are so very excited as a family. In just 4 days, we will be moving back to our home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not 100% completed but it's good enough. I will not miss living in an apartment and I am sure the boys shall agree as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2003884126480337641?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2003884126480337641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2003884126480337641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2003884126480337641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2003884126480337641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3760829077535867976</id><published>2010-08-13T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:58:20.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty overwhelming to say the least over the past few months and finally I feel like we may have some breathing space. To friends who are not on FB, I will do my best to update as concise as possible the craziness that has been our life :) Pics will have to wait because I cannot find my cable and as soon as I do, I'll get them on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 15th - Eli starts daycare/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20th - We celebrated Eli's 1st Birthday a couple of weeks early so that my mother could be part of it before she left home for Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3rd - Mom leaves and I am truly by myself with zero support with a one year old baby and a dog :( What made it worse was that since Eli had never really been exposed to other children, he was constantly sick at daycare. I took him to the doctor multiple times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14th - Eli suddenly developed high fever and had seizures at 2am. This was the most frightening experience and after 3 seizures in a row, laying limp in my arms and eyes glazed over, I was still on the phone with 911... it took 30 minutes for the paramedics to come... I really thought that I had lost my baby... I will never forget that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that he had a severe ear infection and that was what caused the temperature to spike so quickly. Apparently the seizures are a baby's way to cool their bodies... not cool for Mommy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1st - Historic downpours in Nashville, interstates flooded... I was vigilant all night, watching the news channel and praying very hard we will be okay. It was a sleepless night for me since I kept imagining that if I slept, that we'll drown in our beds. Our backyard is the Harpeth River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2nd - As soon as day broke, I hurried outside to see the conditions of the river. My heart sank... the nature trail is flooded, the rain is still pouring. Power goes out. No more weather reports. I call my neighbor at 6am to come over to see for herself... 2 hours later, the water was in our backyard. I scurried around packing food for Eli, some clothes, dog food and at 10am, the water was at our backdoor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor and I fled from our homes. We had to drive through some flooded streets which in hindsight was not the smartest thing but we really did not know what to do... I prayed so hard that God will carry us through the water and bring us to safety. Our kind neighbor had a daughter who lived in the same sub-division but on a hill. They opened their home to us. Still no power, Eli was on fresh milk and I just put it in a cooler (did not have ice) and prayed it would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hosts kept making rounds in the flood waters, coming back with updates... it truly was surreal... cannot imagine that happening to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days being cut off from the world and no power, the water finally receded enough for us to go back to our houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was devastating. Our beautiful home, no more. Everything was destroyed... all that was left was a soggy, fishy, rancid shell. Eli didn't think anything different. He wanted down to play with his toys... heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly just holding on tighter to Eli and sitting out on the front porch. Watching the neighbors get busy trying to get their houses back in order. Kind volunteers came searching for the "young mother with her husband in Iraq" and they were the ones who helped tear out the saturated carpets, hardwood etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, was the beginning of our nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that it was one thing after another, finding a place to stay, paperwork for financing (home rebuilding), interviewing contractors, mitigation work, the list goes on... Now, remember that thousands of homes were affected so resources were very limited so the wait begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably elaborate more as I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18th - My first husband's 5 year death anniversary. Some of you may already know he drowned whilst rescuing me from a rip tide. Difficult day because it felt like I had to start over every 5 years and that each time, water is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - FINALLY sorted out financing for the home rebuilding and building commenced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1st - I get a phone call. My husband is out of Iraq and is waiting in Kuwait for transport back to the US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 4th - Husband finally arrives in Maine en route to Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9th - Eli &amp; I stood at the tarmac of the military base eagerly awaiting that grey-blue military plane carrying precious cargo to arrive. The emotions were absolutely electric. What a happy day it was, our family was together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Day (Aug 13th) - The Hubs is adjusting well to civilian life, Eli has taken to him amazingly well, our home is coming along (move back date is Aug 28th) and I cannot wait for the weekend to just be able to spend some time with my my favorites boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3760829077535867976?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3760829077535867976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3760829077535867976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3760829077535867976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3760829077535867976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1618234075740940893</id><published>2010-03-12T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:29:22.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Thirty Two</title><content type='html'>That's how old I will be in exactly 1 hour, 48 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time has flown by, but with every birthday, I just thank the good Lord for allowing me to enjoy another spring, summer, autumn and winter... another year filled with moments, good as well as the bad, memories to cherish, frustrations to burn... alas such is this journey we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely been a joyful, yet challenging year. Almost at the beginning of my 31st year, we welcomed our little bundle of joy... who, by the way, will be ONE in a few weeks! Every single day, I fall deeper in love with this little boy, just when you think it's an impossible feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest trial this past year which will also be present for the rest of the coming year is my husband's deployment to Iraq. The separation is not as overwhelming as the fear of what might/could happen. I think that is the biggest stress I carry with me, I get antsy when I dont hear from him during the day and the anxiety only heightens as nightfall... I cannot sleep, I think the most horrible thoughts and when I finally hear from him, relief leaves me feeling like a wet rag and I try my very best not to be frustrated at him for not calling the day before. After the call, the cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the loss of my first husband makes me paranoid but I am almost certain that other deployed families go through some measure of constant worry and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have physically aged so much in the past year, I have spotted my first grey hair, still carry my excess baby weight, hair falling out in clumps and just exhausted all the time... I suppose the 16 hour days, 7 days a week job does not make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful things will change, on the 15th Eli starts daycare and I have no choice but to leave at 4.30pm everyday to make it in time to pick him up from daycare before they shut their doors so we'll see how my job copes with that because right now, the expectation is that I go into work even though I am sick, I have pink eye right now and have gone to work all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to 32, may you bring blessings to our little family, laughter and love in abundance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1618234075740940893?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1618234075740940893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1618234075740940893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1618234075740940893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1618234075740940893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2010/03/thirty-two.html' title='Thirty Two'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3240632786823411886</id><published>2009-12-22T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:23:25.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Have a Blessed Christmas and a Wonderful New Year!</title><content type='html'>May Peace be your gift at Christmas and your blessing all year through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDySVdoWQI/AAAAAAAABEg/4cNUPjm9JPQ/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Christmas+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDySVdoWQI/AAAAAAAABEg/4cNUPjm9JPQ/s320/Eli%27s+Christmas+photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096748539697410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas blessings from our family to yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3240632786823411886?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3240632786823411886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3240632786823411886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3240632786823411886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3240632786823411886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-blessed-christmas-and-wonderful.html' title='Have a Blessed Christmas and a Wonderful New Year!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDySVdoWQI/AAAAAAAABEg/4cNUPjm9JPQ/s72-c/Eli%27s+Christmas+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1494348898091802161</id><published>2009-12-22T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:29:43.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli is 8 1/2 months!</title><content type='html'>It’s been yet another block of time that has gone by… Jonathan came home for Thanksgiving and as with every year, we make the trip down south to Alabama to visit with NeNe and PeePaw as well as the rest of the family. This year, my cousin Elene and her husband Luca were visiting from Genoa, Italy so it was a merry crowd. They managed to attend a Predators game, shop, shop, shop and shop as well as visit with the in-laws and most importantly, meet the Prince! Unfortunately, Eli had been sick since November 7th from first, the cold and then an ear infection. I had the same symptoms simultaneously as well and it has been a long road to recovery. Nevertheless, he is well and cheeky to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 month update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight – 18 lbs 5 oz&lt;br /&gt;Length – 24 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motor skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now works his keyboard/turn-wheel with such ease, it’s so cute to watch him work his wrists, he does it so deftly. &lt;br /&gt;Zooms around the house in his walker&lt;br /&gt;Walks around the house with someone holding him up&lt;br /&gt;Rolls/pulls himself around the house to get to things he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can associate “Mummy”, “Ah Mah” (grandma), “Bama” (dog) and “Daddy” to the correct person/dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pong-pong (bathe)&lt;br /&gt;Ka-ka (# 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words he says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-da (his first word)&lt;br /&gt;Pa-pa&lt;br /&gt;Nen-nen (milk)&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ma-ma-ma (grandmother)&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta (bye bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkIt_UckI/AAAAAAAABDo/Pw0D5YxH0dU/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkIt_UckI/AAAAAAAABDo/Pw0D5YxH0dU/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081190161969730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 months, doing the "Tom Cruise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJKmC7PI/AAAAAAAABD4/2AWAnnZnYFM/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+011+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJKmC7PI/AAAAAAAABD4/2AWAnnZnYFM/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+011+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081197840592114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 1/2 months at Grandpa's for Thanksgiving. This is his cousin Shelbie. It was so funny to see the little guy so curious about her, touching, patting, kissing... I think this boy loves blondes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkIzd_G8I/AAAAAAAABDw/yq02886dWfo/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+010+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkIzd_G8I/AAAAAAAABDw/yq02886dWfo/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+010+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081191632772034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that cheeky grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a cold winter for us and I came home one day to find a little green dinosaur zooming around in his walker so naturally, photos had to be captured of this delightful creature... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkRpBgY0I/AAAAAAAABEY/EjzWNVJDE4c/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+018+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkRpBgY0I/AAAAAAAABEY/EjzWNVJDE4c/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+018+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081343447786306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dino at 8 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkRQgo0qI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ELDgJ2fazYE/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+017+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkRQgo0qI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ELDgJ2fazYE/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+017+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081336867476130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking the black*berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJRJWM7I/AAAAAAAABEI/PCefcLCG_6w/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+016+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJRJWM7I/AAAAAAAABEI/PCefcLCG_6w/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+016+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081199599268786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not de-stress with this face????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJHuJyWI/AAAAAAAABEA/mDZYmbusKx4/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Photos+015+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkJHuJyWI/AAAAAAAABEA/mDZYmbusKx4/s320/Eli%27s+Photos+015+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081197069289826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm how do you not squeeze this little face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1494348898091802161?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1494348898091802161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1494348898091802161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1494348898091802161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1494348898091802161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/eli-is-8-12-months.html' title='Eli is 8 1/2 months!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SzDkIt_UckI/AAAAAAAABDo/Pw0D5YxH0dU/s72-c/Eli%27s+Photos+004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3622745559962342184</id><published>2009-12-22T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:17:56.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Everyday and especially today, I celebrate the joys of today, the memories of yesterday and the hopes of tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought when we stood at the altar 2 years ago today, that life would unfold the way it did. We're so blessed and I look forward to growing old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3622745559962342184?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3622745559962342184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3622745559962342184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3622745559962342184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3622745559962342184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Happy 2nd Anniversary!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-907434286069352445</id><published>2009-11-02T13:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:22:26.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Eli's First Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween this year was a blast for Mommy and Eli. This was our first trick or treating experience and it was a very relaxing night. Hubby was out of town so he missed out on another one of Eli's first :( Nevertheless, the next time he is able to, Eli will be walking and talking and really be able to enjoy the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we just went around our part of the subdivision (we're in like a little satelite group off of the main subdivision with about 50 homes). We started out at about 7pm and I got a chance to meet new neighbors, visit with the ones we know and show Eli off and I really had no intention of racking in the candy but everyone kept stuffing goodies into Eli's bag, even when it was bursting at the seams, they kept forcing more candy in... I will need to bring a wagon the next time we go :))))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzhptoBI/AAAAAAAABDg/phNWnyuWI68/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+010+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzhptoBI/AAAAAAAABDg/phNWnyuWI68/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+010+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584841470418962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pumpkin patch with Daddy a few weekends back picking out the perfect pumpkin. You can tell that he reeeeallly wanted this one. He could actually lift the thing off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzbZTXGI/AAAAAAAABDY/ntfPkux17MU/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+022+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzbZTXGI/AAAAAAAABDY/ntfPkux17MU/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+022+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584839790976098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little dinosaur is all decked out and waiting patiently for Mommy to get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzSPX_lI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TFZCKYUbTio/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+025+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzSPX_lI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TFZCKYUbTio/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+025+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584837333417554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino likes flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzMqskmI/AAAAAAAABDI/17OUa8YMZeU/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+028+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzMqskmI/AAAAAAAABDI/17OUa8YMZeU/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+028+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584835837399650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister, Bama and she loves me. I tug at her ear and she nibbles/licks on my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpYYKvdI/AAAAAAAABDA/Azi5Dng6O8Y/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+034+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpYYKvdI/AAAAAAAABDA/Azi5Dng6O8Y/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+034+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584667182218706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Mommy, we gotta go trick or treating! I was kinda disappointed that the outfit didn't have a tail but still, I thought he was the cutest dinosaur ever :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpMkHiVI/AAAAAAAABC4/Dxg52ynG0hk/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+039+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpMkHiVI/AAAAAAAABC4/Dxg52ynG0hk/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+039+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584664011114834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, is our neighbor right across the street and Ms Mary Anne gave me something I could actually EAT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpNujoYI/AAAAAAAABCw/iCB1cA1hOYc/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+043+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tpNujoYI/AAAAAAAABCw/iCB1cA1hOYc/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+043+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584664323334530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure what to make of this little baby, he sings "I feel good!" and wiggles his bottom... I think he is kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8to34Hn8I/AAAAAAAABCo/qVmdcVanFmA/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+045+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8to34Hn8I/AAAAAAAABCo/qVmdcVanFmA/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+045+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584658457862082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All knackered out. The Dino was actually SNORING, it was hillarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8toueauRI/AAAAAAAABCg/wvmaHeh5rC8/s1600-h/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+050+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8toueauRI/AAAAAAAABCg/wvmaHeh5rC8/s320/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+050+-+Copy+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584655934142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home with our bounty... life's good being a dinosaur! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you had as fun a Halloween as we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-907434286069352445?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/907434286069352445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=907434286069352445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/907434286069352445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/907434286069352445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/elis-first-halloween.html' title='Eli&apos;s First Halloween'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8tzhptoBI/AAAAAAAABDg/phNWnyuWI68/s72-c/Eli%27s+First+Halloween+-+2009+010+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3495925783327829472</id><published>2009-11-02T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:05:19.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli - 6 months</title><content type='html'>This is long overdue but as with everything in life, better late than never :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 7th marked Eli's 1/2 year birthday and with every milestone it seems, a visit to the pediatrician was in order. This time around, it was for his 2 vaccination shots and the regular flu shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a happy baby during the car ride and when we checked in at the front desk, hamming it up for the nurses and the rest of the patients until he saw the nurse from his last visit... I had my back to her and did not realize it until I saw his eyes widen and his lips quiver... how DO babies remember???? It's simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, they had some toys in the room which I used to distract him, he did not cry with Shots #1 and #2 but with #3, he realized what was going on but 20 seconds later, he was back to being Mr Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8h4kkeI/AAAAAAAABB4/gmYZHpNEDIg/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+002+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8h4kkeI/AAAAAAAABB4/gmYZHpNEDIg/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+002+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579498593423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go to the doctor's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o9Mepd7I/AAAAAAAABCI/eXJvaEz9XII/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o9Mepd7I/AAAAAAAABCI/eXJvaEz9XII/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579510027417522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cute whilst waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8yEcBZI/AAAAAAAABCA/OTgoQlp3lvQ/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+003+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8yEcBZI/AAAAAAAABCA/OTgoQlp3lvQ/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+003+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579502938162578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More waiting... not sure why they bother with appointments since we have never seen the doctor earlier than 1 hour after arrival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8a6YPII/AAAAAAAABBo/sWbMUKYX20Y/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup005+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8a6YPII/AAAAAAAABBo/sWbMUKYX20Y/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup005+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579496721955970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pretty girl in the waiting room... my boy has started young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8bpwXWI/AAAAAAAABBw/AtiYZIMWdt0/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup006+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8bpwXWI/AAAAAAAABBw/AtiYZIMWdt0/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup006+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579496920669538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth, the weigh-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8pEoenAlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mshI458Y6gk/s1600-h/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+007+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8pEoenAlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mshI458Y6gk/s320/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+007+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579637802533458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itty bitty 5-pounder is 17 whole pounds now... just the perfect size for snuggles and kisses :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3495925783327829472?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3495925783327829472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3495925783327829472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3495925783327829472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3495925783327829472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/eli-6-months.html' title='Eli - 6 months'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Su8o8h4kkeI/AAAAAAAABB4/gmYZHpNEDIg/s72-c/Eli%27s+6+month+checkup+002+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2070934786245522865</id><published>2009-10-28T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:31:51.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Troubled World</title><content type='html'>As my son lies in my arms, lost in dreams, I think this is what angels must look like. So quiet, so peaceful, always innocent. Dressed in his new pajamas with colorful airplanes and puppies, his little snores are endearing. The familiar weight and warmth is so hard to let go of, but eventually, I place him in his crib. I watch to make sure he settles in and continue sleeping then I reluctantly traipse back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How drastically our lives have changed, we were one when we got married but with Eli, we are now whole, complete. It is this sense of completeness that triggers a sense of fear/worry. Watching the news does not help at all to allay these fears… babies snatched from their own home, girls/boys snatched off their front yard to be raped/murdered, teens kidnapped/killed … all ugly realities but occurring all around us. How did mankind evolve to be so hateful, so cruel? What causes these behaviors? Is it the lack of religion in their lives? Is it a hurtful past? Whatever it is, I fervently pray for a more peaceful people so that as our children grow up, they are immersed in a society where these despiteful and heinous crimes are not the norm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could shelter my child from the harsh realities of life but I know it is not possible nor the most responsible parenting. My wish for my son is that he will grow up to be intelligent, thoughtful, respectful… a good man. If every single one of us is able to do that successfully, perhaps there will be a better tomorrow? I am hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2070934786245522865?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2070934786245522865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2070934786245522865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2070934786245522865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2070934786245522865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/10/troubled-world.html' title='Troubled World'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7393739120256527121</id><published>2009-10-06T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:37:00.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli at 5 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>We took some W*mart portraits just for fun and the little one had a blast. Here's some eye candy for those of you who don't have me as your friend on FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqUlLEVGI/AAAAAAAABBY/DtDzFiEd_gY/s1600-h/Eli+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqUlLEVGI/AAAAAAAABBY/DtDzFiEd_gY/s320/Eli+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588649631568994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqP4WM-3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/PXvj_5ssS3A/s1600-h/Eli+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqP4WM-3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/PXvj_5ssS3A/s320/Eli+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588568879201138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqPgnH44I/AAAAAAAABBI/yOM9ou-Shl4/s1600-h/Eli+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqPgnH44I/AAAAAAAABBI/yOM9ou-Shl4/s320/Eli+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588562507719554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqPCy_pbI/AAAAAAAABBA/ZxRyRNLhNtU/s1600-h/Eli+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqPCy_pbI/AAAAAAAABBA/ZxRyRNLhNtU/s320/Eli+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588554504447410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqOsAwmfI/AAAAAAAABA4/F3k7OdcJDU8/s1600-h/Eli+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqOsAwmfI/AAAAAAAABA4/F3k7OdcJDU8/s320/Eli+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588548388166130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqORm6QwI/AAAAAAAABAw/N_EBEIIbz5Q/s1600-h/Eli+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqORm6QwI/AAAAAAAABAw/N_EBEIIbz5Q/s320/Eli+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588541300425474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqGXS36-I/AAAAAAAABAo/nzqKw_Hiy-w/s1600-h/Eli+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqGXS36-I/AAAAAAAABAo/nzqKw_Hiy-w/s320/Eli+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588405388045282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqGCw76kI/AAAAAAAABAg/wx_O-K1zgac/s1600-h/Eli+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqGCw76kI/AAAAAAAABAg/wx_O-K1zgac/s320/Eli+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588399876991554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqFnD6jAI/AAAAAAAABAY/R8ODBe4puGo/s1600-h/Eli+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqFnD6jAI/AAAAAAAABAY/R8ODBe4puGo/s320/Eli+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588392440400898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqFBGyDLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/k7pw2Zp_n2A/s1600-h/Eli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqFBGyDLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/k7pw2Zp_n2A/s320/Eli+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588382251879602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqEyP8H8I/AAAAAAAABAI/4LM86N2AlUo/s1600-h/Eli+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqEyP8H8I/AAAAAAAABAI/4LM86N2AlUo/s320/Eli+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588378263756738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7393739120256527121?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7393739120256527121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7393739120256527121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7393739120256527121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7393739120256527121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/10/eli-at-5-12-months.html' title='Eli at 5 1/2 months'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SsuqUlLEVGI/AAAAAAAABBY/DtDzFiEd_gY/s72-c/Eli+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2946881474567836077</id><published>2009-10-06T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:31:10.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>Time certainly has a way to escape the conscious mind. It has been a while since I have updated this blog to the dismay of grandmas, aunts, friends and family alike. It definitely has been a hectic few months with so many life altering events occurring in what seems like the domino effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to work on July 15th after 3 blissful months of waking up and knowing I could do whatever I desired for the day and watch our precious little bundle sprout from that little pea he was to the jolly little toddler he is today. I cannot believe that tomorrow will mark the 6 month anniversary of that wonderful day Eli finally decided to join us in the real world. I do dread the 6 month shot but a little pain is necessary it seems in this process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a month to the day I returned to work on August 15th, I was laid off. Got called in to the partner’s office one morning and 2 minutes later, I walked out in a daze, barely remembering something about the economy and attrition not being where it should be and they were sorry that they had to let me go but how thankful they were of all my hard work and professionalism. So there it was, a 7 year career in a Big Four accounting firm, incinerated in a matter of minutes. How quickly a life and circumstances change doesn’t it? I did myself proud though amidst of this, I walked out with my head help high, not a tear in sight and thanked everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps honesty wasn’t the best policy but I know not how to conduct life any other way nor I desire to change it but from the moment we got pregnant and learnt that Hubby will be deploying to Iraq at the end of 2009 and will be overseas for 12 – 16 months, I immediately reached out to my partners and told them how my life was changing and I don’t mind working the long hours but can no longer travel and have to be a little flexible (being able to leave at 5 to pick up my son from daycare and continue working from home in the evenings)… they said no problem, they’d be happy to work with me etc etc… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn’t take it personal, it was just business, but I couldn’t help but feel betrayed… it must be how spouses feel like when their mate cheats on them… I drove home that day with a sick feeling in my stomach, I didn’t know how to relay this to my family, I felt like such a failure… to my surprise, my husband just comforted me and told me not to worry, that I should just stay home a while and enjoy my time with Eli and if I still don’t get a job by the time he leaves, I can be a full time mom for the year he was gone. Part of me felt so relieved but the other part of me felt like I wasn’t pulling my weight with the loss of the income I had been bringing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worse was that every time I held Eli, I felt guilty, like I was letting him down somehow… and I remember telling him that Mommy could no longer buy him toys and bawling… must be the post pregnancy hormones because it wasn’t long after where I embraced my job as a mom and just let God decide if there was something out there that was for me at this stage in my life. I wonder if all other Mom’s feel this ‘guilt’ I talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to being laid off, I had gone for several interviews just for the experience and never really gave them much thought. A couple of days after the layoff, the recruiter calls to tell me that one of the employers I interviewed with was very interested and wanted to fly me out to San Francisco. I had mixed feelings because the job description/package sounded okay but the commute was horrible, an hour each way! But Hubby and I talked about it and we were like, what the heck??? There is nothing to lose, I can go out there and see what it’s all about. If I like it, great. If not, I can say I have been San Francisco right? So I went, met the CEO, CFO, Vice President and got along fabulously with everyone. Also, during this time, I learnt from the CFO that they were moving the offices downtown (which makes it only 30 minutes each way!). I prayed really hard about this, it’s disconcerting because one never knows what each path in life leads but I asked God that if this is for me, make it happen! And make it happen, He certainly did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a couple of days prior to this, my professional world came crashing down and a week later, I accepted an offer for employment commencing September 15th. In this economy, I got a 20% pay increase, bonus program, stock options, free dental/vision, 401k match and better hours. Above all, I got a promotion! So it was a big relief and lots of excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, we had already planned summer vacation to Savannah and St Augustine and it was an awesome vacation in a long time. Just spending time with my family and enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am at Week 3 at my new job, pulling in 12 hour days but at least I don’t have to work weekends. I am pretty sure that once I get the hang of things, my schedule will get better but for right now, every day is a new day, with lots to learn and it makes the hours go by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been in Mississippi for the past 3 weeks on Annual Training and I know he is having a hard time since living conditions are poor and they don’t ever get a break but I guess it is a necessary evil to get the men and women ready for real life war. I wish he didn’t have to go but I know what it means to him and to the rest of his colleagues so I can only bid them God Speed and pray for every single one of them to return safely to the arms of their loved ones. He comes home on Friday and we can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we’re caught up! I’ll update with pictures later… the disadvantage of not having a laptop, I am just so lazy to go all the way upstairs and get on the desktop!!! I am getting my work laptop next week though so that can only mean more convenient blogging/blog-hopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, our lives in a nutshell! I hope each and everyone of you have been well and I look forward to stopping by your little ‘nests’ to catch up with what’s been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead y’all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2946881474567836077?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2946881474567836077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2946881474567836077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2946881474567836077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2946881474567836077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3535742385675049845</id><published>2009-06-18T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:41:04.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memory of'/><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>On this very day 4 years ago, in the quaint little town of Annapolis, MD, I would never have imagined that my life would change. But change it did, in ways I could never have fathomed.... you chose to sacrifice your life so that mine could be spared... I was so angry, how dare you make that decision, we were supposed to be together forever, it would have been less painful if it were both of us, we could be young, in love and together forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood why... no matter how hard I tried or how ferverntly I prayed for the answers, it never came to me, none of it made sense... if you looked at it from a practical viewpoint, he had more use to this world as a doctor than I, as a CPA, aside from that, he was just a better person... more patient, more kind, more loving, just more of everything than I was... after a long while of searching, I finally stopped. I figured if I were to ever find the answer, it will make itself clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look into Eli's eyes, I've found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you doesn't seem like it's ever enough but that's all you've ever wanted no matter how big or small the gift. I hope you are enjoying life at a better place and helping watch over this little boy whom you've given a chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always grateful, always loved, never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace dear one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3535742385675049845?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3535742385675049845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3535742385675049845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3535742385675049845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3535742385675049845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1266720267088508679</id><published>2009-06-08T19:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:10:54.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Week 8</title><content type='html'>This week was another big week for Eli, we went to his 2 month wellness visit and shots today. I did not realise that 2 month olds go in for THREE shots at one go. I had already been apprehensive with my little one going in to be pricked at as much as I hate needles myself so imagine how much further my heart sunk when the doctor told us that it'll be 3 shots and one oral dose :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli woke up in a good mood and was smiling, cooing and just being cheeky at the doctor and that broke my heart even further knowing what was in store for him... do all you other Mommies feel that guilt as well? I am the same way when I take the dog to the vet... I just feel as the parent, we're there to protect them from the unpleasant stuff especially since they can't fend for themselves... at the end of the day, I know it is for their own good and they will forget the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u5Pcn6WI/AAAAAAAAA-c/z5ABLecm1tw/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u5Pcn6WI/AAAAAAAAA-c/z5ABLecm1tw/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+1+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120631181011298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 weeks and 6 days, Eli almost weighs 11 lbs (25th percentile), measures 22 inches (25th percentile) and head circumfrence 40.5 cm (50th percentile). So he's on the smallish side but apparently these aren't indicators of his future growth so we'll see if he'll be 5'5" like Mommy or 5'11" like Daddy... maybe he'll astound us and be 6ft tall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vDrJjkhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dS6YYSiMTQ4/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+2+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vDrJjkhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dS6YYSiMTQ4/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+2+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120810415919634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting naked to be weighed in... see how happy he is??? I swear, that child loves to be in the buff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vD4LC2GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mV-TBemafiM/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+4+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vD4LC2GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mV-TBemafiM/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+4+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120813911824482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the doctor... not really knowing what's in store for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vEMHaxXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/tcpECA9pV8c/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+5+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vEMHaxXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/tcpECA9pV8c/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+5+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120819265324402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vECTa05I/AAAAAAAAA_E/doKwCV7xz-w/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+6+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vECTa05I/AAAAAAAAA_E/doKwCV7xz-w/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+6+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120816631305106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cheeky with Mommy. This is his new habit, he loves sticking his tongue out and instead of sucking his fingers, he pokes out that cute tongue and licks his fists. It is so cute... I was carrying him outside on the porch one evening facing outwards and suddenly I felt this little tickle on my hand and there he was licking away... my little lizard boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vD8sfFAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/fy4_FmKjQfk/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+3+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vD8sfFAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/fy4_FmKjQfk/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+3+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120815125828610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Neil giving Eli a thorough look over. He was impressed with his muscle tone and control of his head. Eli can lay on his tummy and lift his head, he recognises voices, is fascinated by lights, alert, coos/smiles/interacts and is able to fixate his eyes on objects. So overall an A+ report card! Oh, the doc was impressed with Eli's potty training and found that fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vJKP6UKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/2q3EnB8i_ps/s1600-h/First+Shot+June+8+2009+7+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vJKP6UKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/2q3EnB8i_ps/s320/First+Shot+June+8+2009+7+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120904663421090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shot #1, he didn't cry but he stopped cooing and you could see him registering what just happened... this pic is of Shot #2 when he just started bawling... it was heart breaking, he stopped crying only to be administered Shot #3. Good thing Grandma was there to hold him... I could barely watch :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vJW7EPtI/AAAAAAAAA_U/8sk_eLbbfzk/s1600-h/First+shot+June+8+2009+8+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2vJW7EPtI/AAAAAAAAA_U/8sk_eLbbfzk/s320/First+shot+June+8+2009+8+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120908065652434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done and not very happy. He kept recalling the shots and would cry in little spurts all the way home. We put a hot compress on the shots and gave him infant Tylenol as soon as we got home and knock on wood, he's not had a fever and is sleeping soundly as well as eating normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, we took him to visit with my client (the one who threw me a baby shower) and his Daddy's workplace as well and had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4ZsCfMI/AAAAAAAAA98/GSbOxoYsGAA/s1600-h/100_0728+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4ZsCfMI/AAAAAAAAA98/GSbOxoYsGAA/s320/100_0728+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120616750152898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving on Aunt Lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4i5FGsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/GW7h2sejr5Y/s1600-h/100_0730+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4i5FGsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/GW7h2sejr5Y/s320/100_0730+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120619220769474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sugar for Aunt Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4_pPmGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/cJgiYSIVU3E/s1600-h/100_0731+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4_pPmGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/cJgiYSIVU3E/s320/100_0731+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120626938976354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he wore to church yesterday. I think his Daddy has hopes that he'll go to college and play ball for Bama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4-gZ2_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/-_l9BQnnepo/s1600-h/100_0733+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u4-gZ2_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/-_l9BQnnepo/s320/100_0733+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345120626633464818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ms Brittany and Ms Peggy at the old country gas station where Daddy stops by for coffee every morning on his way to work. They've adopted Daddy and give him free coffee as their thank you for his service to the country. They even got Eli gifts for his baby shower... random acts of kindness truly amazes me. In any case, we stopped by today so they could meet Eli and of course that boy was loved on to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 was lovely and I look forward to spending more time with the little one with Week 9.... D-Day (going back to work) is looming (July 13th) but I am just sticking to thinking happy thoughts for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1266720267088508679?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1266720267088508679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1266720267088508679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1266720267088508679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1266720267088508679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-8.html' title='Week 8'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Si2u5Pcn6WI/AAAAAAAAA-c/z5ABLecm1tw/s72-c/First+Shot+June+8+2009+1+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-761464368977100531</id><published>2009-05-27T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:34:23.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memory of'/><title type='text'>In rememberance</title><content type='html'>I just received very sad news, the world has lost one of its brightest citizens, Lieutenant Colonel (R) Jim Victor was called home to the Lord yesterday, May 26, 2009. I don’t know too many details but wanted to record this in history for this is a man who has touched and help shape the lives of so many midshipmen at the United States Naval Academy, my late husband, Scott included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed my dear friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semper Fi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh34AcVXzVI/AAAAAAAAA90/aPrwIOnNZ-A/s1600-h/DSCN2886+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh34AcVXzVI/AAAAAAAAA90/aPrwIOnNZ-A/s320/DSCN2886+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697419620797778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Col Vic on Memorial Day 2008 in Annapolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-761464368977100531?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/761464368977100531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=761464368977100531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/761464368977100531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/761464368977100531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-rememberance.html' title='In rememberance'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh34AcVXzVI/AAAAAAAAA90/aPrwIOnNZ-A/s72-c/DSCN2886+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3535070135915296019</id><published>2009-05-27T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:05:37.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>Lots of going-ons this week, the biggest being Eli's first road trip! We decided to visit with Grandpa and Nini this Memorial Day weekend and packed the car to the brim and took the 6 hour drive down to Alabama. Amazingly, the Little Guy was so well behaved and needed to stop once each way for a diaper change and burping session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a successful trip, Eli enjoyed being loved on by both his god-mothers, aunts and grandparents. I was initially nervous about him adapting to the new place but he took it all in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2ni2_GPxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/LPaztAt-Ly4/s1600-h/Talking+to+Daddy+%40+Grandpa%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2ni2_GPxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/LPaztAt-Ly4/s320/Talking+to+Daddy+%40+Grandpa%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340608950448832274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Daddy at Grandpa's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nigge70I/AAAAAAAAA9E/kKf65BZa5hc/s1600-h/Playing+with+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nigge70I/AAAAAAAAA9E/kKf65BZa5hc/s320/Playing+with+Daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340608944414846786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise session with Daddy... one, two, three, stretch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nicJnMKI/AAAAAAAAA88/WdasonM6T_I/s1600-h/At+Nini%27s+on+Memorial+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nicJnMKI/AAAAAAAAA88/WdasonM6T_I/s320/At+Nini%27s+on+Memorial+Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340608943245176994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed out in Nini's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a milestone this week is that he's gotten the hang of being potty trained. Probably a bit too much information, but I am amazed that someone so little can understand what he needs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2niBdvnoI/AAAAAAAAA80/tz1G1DhrUfg/s1600-h/Afternoon+constitution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2niBdvnoI/AAAAAAAAA80/tz1G1DhrUfg/s320/Afternoon+constitution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340608936081858178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon 'constitution'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we've been enjoying our time together at home with my mother and taking little excursions... I am dreading the thought of having to go back to work in 5 weeks but hopefully it will not be too bad. Any advice from those out there who've been through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nrkYL6BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K70biCzHHCM/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+Sweet+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nrkYL6BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K70biCzHHCM/s320/Mummy%27s+Sweet+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340609100072609810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with Mummy's sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nrXGmc-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/TZXGglbnWt0/s1600-h/All+clean+and+nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nrXGmc-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/TZXGglbnWt0/s320/All+clean+and+nice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340609096509191138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling after a nice warm bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, my mum's visa got extended till April next year so I was thinking that she can help watch Eli for a few more months instead of the initial plan of sending Eli to daycare in September which was her original departure date... however, this place runs like a school and only has intakes once a year... the rest of the year, they accept new intakes only if someone leaves. As such, Eli will be going to daycare beginning September 8th... I will not lie, I am so nervous about that... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he'll cry at daycare but Mummy sure will when I drop you off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nryS8TeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/o1fCi2f1j58/s1600-h/Pretty+Blue+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2nryS8TeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/o1fCi2f1j58/s320/Pretty+Blue+Eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340609103808712162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty blue eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3535070135915296019?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3535070135915296019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3535070135915296019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3535070135915296019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3535070135915296019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2ni2_GPxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/LPaztAt-Ly4/s72-c/Talking+to+Daddy+%40+Grandpa%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1957129223350341415</id><published>2009-05-27T15:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:48:25.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>May 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened this week, no weigh in since his next wellness visit is June 8th! I don't see it, but he has grown... simply because we've graduated to bigger outfits and he can no longer wear "Newborn" sized diapers. Perhaps it is because I see him everyday or perhaps it is just me unable to come to terms with the days slipping by so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 Weeks, his personality, likes and dislikes definitely shows... he loves bath time, especially when he gets to soak in his baby tub (instead of the kitchen sink!), he kicks and splashes with the most adorable cooing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l9bde_nI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5G7LfcKxXDM/s1600-h/100_0632+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l9bde_nI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5G7LfcKxXDM/s320/100_0632+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607207893302898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub a dub dub time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2mC770YtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/24HYBdMHDf0/s1600-h/100_0664+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2mC770YtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/24HYBdMHDf0/s320/100_0664+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607302509814482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l-BmceWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/L8e2RMvnosA/s1600-h/100_0646+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l-BmceWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/L8e2RMvnosA/s320/100_0646+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607218131433826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism outfit retake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l-KOz6VI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dOLV6f87Gn8/s1600-h/100_0640+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l-KOz6VI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dOLV6f87Gn8/s320/100_0640+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607220448225618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up Mummy, it's nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l949VSMI/AAAAAAAAA8U/tIzNyYByBt0/s1600-h/100_0634+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l949VSMI/AAAAAAAAA8U/tIzNyYByBt0/s320/100_0634+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607215811512514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding if I want to be smily like Mummy or grumpy like Daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l9tQAf-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/orqAnjRX9Z0/s1600-h/100_0633+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l9tQAf-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/orqAnjRX9Z0/s320/100_0633+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607212668616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, I am so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1957129223350341415?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1957129223350341415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1957129223350341415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1957129223350341415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1957129223350341415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-6.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sh2l9bde_nI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5G7LfcKxXDM/s72-c/100_0632+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6436855753145653134</id><published>2009-05-11T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:02:05.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday wasn't only special because it was Mother's Day, it was also Eli's Baptism and it was a wonderful day with all friends and family joining us to celebrate the special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh2fLxF1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/GJVvIO1xslY/s1600-h/DSCN0706+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh2fLxF1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/GJVvIO1xslY/s320/DSCN0706+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762084820391762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready for my big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1_bHQ1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZoGiej_-_Dc/s1600-h/RSCN0694+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1_bHQ1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZoGiej_-_Dc/s320/RSCN0694+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762076294824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed to the nines and with a royal wave for my loyal subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1rhFvVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/V4YVESwEUkE/s1600-h/100_0605+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1rhFvVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/V4YVESwEUkE/s320/100_0605+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762070951181650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being baptised... I didn't even cry... felt like the baths that granny gives me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh14Y39eI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9sbwsNbjuy4/s1600-h/100_0611+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh14Y39eI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9sbwsNbjuy4/s320/100_0611+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762074406385122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clan. Left to Right back row: Aunt Paula, Mama, Patty, Rob and Grandpa Kilshaw&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right front row: Nini, Grandpa, Godma Lisa, Mummy, Me, Daddy, Aunt Joyce, Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1jWaS_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ug5zKn_azKE/s1600-h/100_0606+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh1jWaS_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ug5zKn_azKE/s320/100_0606+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762068758907890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mummy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgjiC2WMQOI/AAAAAAAAA70/xUcurPKubSU/s1600-h/100_0615+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgjiC2WMQOI/AAAAAAAAA70/xUcurPKubSU/s320/100_0615+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762297196560610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Patty &amp; Rob (stand-in god parents for Sue-Momsy &amp; Jack-Sarge) and Godma Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgjiCwYSjsI/AAAAAAAAA78/NqOXfsMzeFo/s1600-h/RSCN0707+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgjiCwYSjsI/AAAAAAAAA78/NqOXfsMzeFo/s320/RSCN0707+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334762295594749634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Mike says I am a good boy.... although I am getting cranky in this pic as I was tired of being passed around for the picture taking sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shine, little boy, your life has just begun... with the Lord by your side, you'll walk in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine, little boy, in God's heavenly glow... feel His grace lift you up, His love help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine, little boy, feel His warm, tender touch... you're safe in His hands, He loves you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet baby boy shines in the light of our little family and in the light of God's love. This day was indeed so very special and filled with many blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6436855753145653134?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6436855753145653134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6436855753145653134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6436855753145653134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6436855753145653134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgjh2fLxF1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/GJVvIO1xslY/s72-c/DSCN0706+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3580755867918812716</id><published>2009-05-11T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:40:37.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>5 weeks</title><content type='html'>We took Eli to the doctor today just for a follow up to make sure he was feeding right and we were doing all the right things and I'm happy to report that all is well and he seems to be thriving well. The only thing we need to work on is his day/night sleep schedule.... he sleeps a lot in the day and fidget at night as he wants to be played/be carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight check - 8 lbs 5 oz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3580755867918812716?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3580755867918812716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3580755867918812716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3580755867918812716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3580755867918812716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-weeks.html' title='5 weeks'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7382414742062771453</id><published>2009-05-11T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:55:11.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>What a priviledge it has been this year to join the ranks of other mothers who have borne, cared for or loved little and big children all over the world. It was an exhilarating feeling to proudly stand up holding my child when the priest called out for all mothers to stand for their blessing... in years past, I could only watch and long for the day to come and it finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Mommies out there, hope your Mother's Day was special with your little blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgi3d2wgacI/AAAAAAAAA68/a_q8BDXAj6E/s1600-h/100_0629+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgi3d2wgacI/AAAAAAAAA68/a_q8BDXAj6E/s320/100_0629+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715482163407298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little surprise from my darling son... oh and daddy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgi3d2EK6qI/AAAAAAAAA7E/D2wc8EcltAk/s1600-h/100_0630+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgi3d2EK6qI/AAAAAAAAA7E/D2wc8EcltAk/s320/100_0630+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715481977449122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good handwriting for a 1 month old... keep practising son! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7382414742062771453?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7382414742062771453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7382414742062771453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7382414742062771453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7382414742062771453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sgi3d2wgacI/AAAAAAAAA68/a_q8BDXAj6E/s72-c/100_0629+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4833137762628103995</id><published>2009-05-05T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:45:57.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>4 weeks</title><content type='html'>The little jelly bean is 4 whole weeks old today. We took him in for his weight check this morning and it is true, he's grown! He weighs in at 7 lbs and 12 oz in the buff. Also, he received his first piece of mail from the Social Security office... sob... my boy is growing up too quickly! Okay, need to go back to cuddle the boy before he packs up for college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsv_W22I/AAAAAAAAA6s/qIlD0wnpBPk/s1600-h/100_0598+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsv_W22I/AAAAAAAAA6s/qIlD0wnpBPk/s320/100_0598+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845468765838178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are still a pretty blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgHfG27q8vI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Tl35xZCqfmQ/s1600-h/100_0592+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgHfG27q8vI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Tl35xZCqfmQ/s320/100_0592+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788742701380338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving on Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsRwgH8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/REtA78o15C0/s1600-h/100_0595+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsRwgH8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/REtA78o15C0/s320/100_0595+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845460650467266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man to man talk with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsvWqK4I/AAAAAAAAA60/3dx1dI_Kfnk/s1600-h/100_0601+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsvWqK4I/AAAAAAAAA60/3dx1dI_Kfnk/s320/100_0601+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845468595137410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a baby need to do to get some sleep around here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4833137762628103995?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4833137762628103995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4833137762628103995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4833137762628103995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4833137762628103995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-weeks.html' title='4 weeks'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SgISsv_W22I/AAAAAAAAA6s/qIlD0wnpBPk/s72-c/100_0598+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4410762084212473003</id><published>2009-04-30T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:52:30.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Eli turned 3 weeks a couple of days ago on Tuesday and we've had some good times and some not so good times. The not so good times isn't too serious, it's just that he needs a little less sleep these days and also, for some reason, he thinks that feeding time is a 24-hour buffet... he takes his milk an ounce a time and 'grazes' throughout the day. Something's got to change cos once my mom's gone home and I'm back at work with no one to help me, this will be a miserable time :( Any suggestions how to get him on a schedule? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, he is such a sweet boy, I think he's got to be at least 6 lbs now, some of his clothes are too tight and I am so excited! Here are some pictures to capture the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm4-VC90mI/AAAAAAAAA6U/R2D2VGg_Mk8/s1600-h/100_0591+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm4-VC90mI/AAAAAAAAA6U/R2D2VGg_Mk8/s320/100_0591+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330495014910677602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engrossed in the various colors on the book cover. One of our favorite activity once he's fed and clean is to lay in bed and I'll read to him, he looks at the pictures as I read and he seems fascinated by the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm4-PhaAoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/4KRW5NLKu4o/s1600-h/100_0589+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm4-PhaAoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/4KRW5NLKu4o/s320/100_0589+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330495013427741314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop taking pictures Mummy, continue reading please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42vBobxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/84pEC8kERNA/s1600-h/100_0586+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42vBobxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/84pEC8kERNA/s320/100_0586+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494884445450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy love. His expression is so funny here, it's like he's pleading for the puppy to stop licking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42lx8_SI/AAAAAAAAA58/YEyFFDduMck/s1600-h/100_0585+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42lx8_SI/AAAAAAAAA58/YEyFFDduMck/s320/100_0585+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494881963769122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting him young! Cribbage match with his Godparents cum Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42Wc8UnI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eSoWXSnOmq4/s1600-h/100_0583+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42Wc8UnI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eSoWXSnOmq4/s320/100_0583+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494877849113202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the grandmothers! Left to Right: My mother, Mother in Law and my other mother who is also Eli's Godmother/Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42fkS-9I/AAAAAAAAA50/pXb5560dB58/s1600-h/100_0584+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42fkS-9I/AAAAAAAAA50/pXb5560dB58/s320/100_0584+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494880295877586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 'squished' expression after being passed around the grandmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42cyAi-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/pKpp_FM5tQ0/s1600-h/100_0581+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm42cyAi-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/pKpp_FM5tQ0/s320/100_0581+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494879548083170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his first bath... in a vegetable basin in the kitchen sink. He loves the warm water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4410762084212473003?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4410762084212473003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4410762084212473003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4410762084212473003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4410762084212473003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sfm4-VC90mI/AAAAAAAAA6U/R2D2VGg_Mk8/s72-c/100_0591+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8581837299855085337</id><published>2009-04-22T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:58:24.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Two weeks seem to have flown by so quickly and our little boy is looking more and more grown up with each passing day... not too quickly hopefully as I'm trying to savor every single second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny Kilshaw is visiting this week from Savannah, Georgia and is completely smittened by her darling angel boy :) She was so excited when the little man took a stellar grip on her finger and here's the happy couple;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrIFXklI/AAAAAAAAA48/9fh4Mll9JPM/s1600-h/DSCN0659+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrIFXklI/AAAAAAAAA48/9fh4Mll9JPM/s320/DSCN0659+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327635954781360722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrDupAHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/B25snLm5HyI/s1600-h/DSCN0671+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrDupAHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/B25snLm5HyI/s320/DSCN0671+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327635953612292210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from his first bath content in his Ah Ma's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrsEU2JI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zVPogEosvO0/s1600-h/DSCN0664+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrsEU2JI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zVPogEosvO0/s320/DSCN0664+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327635964440664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This look just cracked us up! He looks so much like a little old man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-Qr4JOx8I/AAAAAAAAA5U/99TGafDDMRE/s1600-h/RSCN0677+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-Qr4JOx8I/AAAAAAAAA5U/99TGafDDMRE/s320/RSCN0677+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327635967682463682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother... seriously!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-Qr07GGFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/yK3LV7ObYzk/s1600-h/DSCN0682+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-Qr07GGFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/yK3LV7ObYzk/s320/DSCN0682+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327635966817867858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the last one, so precious, perhaps he was dreaming of angels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8581837299855085337?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8581837299855085337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8581837299855085337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8581837299855085337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8581837299855085337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Se-QrIFXklI/AAAAAAAAA48/9fh4Mll9JPM/s72-c/DSCN0659+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5029351373987378596</id><published>2009-04-15T15:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:21:34.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>A belated post of Eli's first day home. I'll let the pictures do the talking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-u-sLeuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ZM2GDhPq5l0/s1600-h/100_0537+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-u-sLeuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ZM2GDhPq5l0/s320/100_0537+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012586235394786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last feed at the hospital before packing up to leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-uyZMmTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JQBM437QF3w/s1600-h/100_0538+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-uyZMmTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JQBM437QF3w/s320/100_0538+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012582934550834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy strapping me up in the car seat, they don't make these things for babies as tiny as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-vDnNKZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/558DNDbA0Sc/s1600-h/100_0540+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-vDnNKZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/558DNDbA0Sc/s320/100_0540+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012587556710802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-vD2ytvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Q74Q-zk0M4k/s1600-h/100_0541+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-vD2ytvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Q74Q-zk0M4k/s320/100_0541+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012587622086386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special delivery from Mr. Stork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-ve3fLzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_4qBmVBA0wU/s1600-h/100_0542+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-ve3fLzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_4qBmVBA0wU/s320/100_0542+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012594872758066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the decorations Nini Judy put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0iAPk3I/AAAAAAAAA4c/5AVPVG90zrE/s1600-h/100_0546+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0iAPk3I/AAAAAAAAA4c/5AVPVG90zrE/s320/100_0546+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014880637391730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More decorations and even more gadgets. What did we do before these were invented??? I remember when my siblings we young, the only accessory they had was a walker and the rest of the time, they were on a mat or in the crib! Now, we have something for every activity and being first time parents, we're easily suckered :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0ph5EXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/INcrhmuCmN4/s1600-h/100_0544+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0ph5EXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/INcrhmuCmN4/s320/100_0544+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014882657571186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at last and safely tucked into my bassinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0wmMPvI/AAAAAAAAA4s/TlWTGFhq728/s1600-h/100_0552+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0wmMPvI/AAAAAAAAA4s/TlWTGFhq728/s320/100_0552+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014884554653426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandpa and Nini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0_eylUI/AAAAAAAAA40/jMOg4Qbb_no/s1600-h/100_0557+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeZA0_eylUI/AAAAAAAAA40/jMOg4Qbb_no/s320/100_0557+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014888550143298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5029351373987378596?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5029351373987378596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5029351373987378596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5029351373987378596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5029351373987378596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY-u-sLeuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ZM2GDhPq5l0/s72-c/100_0537+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8579272194508905401</id><published>2009-04-15T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:59:07.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>One week old</title><content type='html'>Eli turned one week old last night and we're glad to report that he is so sweet natured (except when he's hungry and the Mummy is being slow with prepping herself for breastfeeding or the supplement milk bottle.. that, and when you change his diaper! He seem to hate the cold). The little one has been sleeping and nursing well and I pray he keeps it up since he needs all the growing he can get being such a tiny little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took him for his first pediatrician visit today and he's progressing well. His one week stats are as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 5lbs, 11 1/2 oz (almost birth weight, yay!)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 19 inches (one whole inch since birth)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 34 1/2 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His circumcision seems to be healing well and so does the umblical cord so hopefully in a few weeks, these areas would be all ready to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY8SeeWaPI/AAAAAAAAA28/9HYxKfc8d6E/s1600-h/100_0563+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY8SeeWaPI/AAAAAAAAA28/9HYxKfc8d6E/s320/100_0563+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325009897527863538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet boy at 1 week old. His daddy thought this was the funniest pose and took this as we were watching Marley &amp; Me yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8579272194508905401?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8579272194508905401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8579272194508905401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8579272194508905401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8579272194508905401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-week-old.html' title='One week old'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeY8SeeWaPI/AAAAAAAAA28/9HYxKfc8d6E/s72-c/100_0563+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3583757144295779943</id><published>2009-04-12T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:20:22.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day, it commemorates the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus. So here's to the One who gave everything so that we can have something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Easter everyone, from our family to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeJKaS3KQ6I/AAAAAAAAA20/u7iqH9mAIEI/s1600-h/100_0560+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeJKaS3KQ6I/AAAAAAAAA20/u7iqH9mAIEI/s320/100_0560+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323899525105599394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3583757144295779943?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3583757144295779943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3583757144295779943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3583757144295779943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3583757144295779943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SeJKaS3KQ6I/AAAAAAAAA20/u7iqH9mAIEI/s72-c/100_0560+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7263947640530446164</id><published>2009-04-08T23:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:13:52.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>And our little family is complete!</title><content type='html'>After much anticipation, Baby Eli was born on April 7th, 2009 at 9.35pm, weighing in at 5 lbs 11 3/4 oz and measuring 18 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14ghRGeKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RsRKOGSEO3o/s1600-h/100_0499+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14ghRGeKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RsRKOGSEO3o/s320/100_0499+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542834703038626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet little boy, Mummy and Daddy loves you so very much and are so glad that you're finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birth story started over the weekend. My mom arrived from Malaysia on midnight this past Saturday and on Sunday, we went to church together as a family and then us girls branched off to a little shopping. Nothing too interesting, it was mostly to purchase confinement type necessities as well as stocking up the pantry since I had been so swamped at work to do so. It turned out to be a 6 hour expedition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the cramping started at 2 am on Monday morning. It came to a point where it was 10 minutes apart and the doctor told us to come in. However, I was still only 1 to 2 cm dialated but the cervix was still up high. After an hour, we got sent back much to Mr J's protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cramping never did stop and just got worse towards Tuesday night and by 3 am on Tuesday, the intensity of the pains had escalated but the frequency was still 10 minutes. Mr J was not going to be refused and called the doctor asking to go to the hospital. I think it was more of he was feeling helpless and not able to soothe my pains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the hospital at 11 am, I was 3 to 4 cm dialated and 90% effaced but the cervix was still up high... hmmmm... I progressed to 6 cm within the hour and was more than ready for my epidural! Putting in the IV and epidural was traumatising for me since I have a low tolerance for pain but what a wonderful relief it was after the initial discomfort. It was pretty amazing to look at the monitor and gasp at the magnitude of some of these contractions I was having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to get tiring and baby was showing some signs of being worn out after 12 hours of this though and by 9 pm, the doctor decided a c-section was best since eventhough I was completely dialated, my pubic bone was too narrow for the baby's head to pass through. I will not lie, I was terrified since I've never had major surgery before but at that point, I would have jumped over a cliff to save my precious little bundle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J wasn't any better, I know he was terrified as well but put on a brave front and stood by me all the way. To make a long story short, the c-section was quick but yet, felt like forever as I could feel the tugging and hear the conversations but at 9.35pm, I finally got to meet this little man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g9OnU7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/2wdJuWGCGmQ/s1600-h/100_0497+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g9OnU7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/2wdJuWGCGmQ/s320/100_0497+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542842208801714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the little one for the very first time. It was a surreal experience to finally meet this perfect little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g7QyhRI/AAAAAAAAA2E/y9kkNcandRU/s1600-h/100_0507+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g7QyhRI/AAAAAAAAA2E/y9kkNcandRU/s320/100_0507+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542841681052946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's kissies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14gwyWM3I/AAAAAAAAA18/uie3nBMWZyI/s1600-h/100_0502+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14gwyWM3I/AAAAAAAAA18/uie3nBMWZyI/s320/100_0502+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542838869013362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very exhausted Mummy with her sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g5IO0nI/AAAAAAAAA10/IhyBcp0PVBE/s1600-h/100_0500+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14g5IO0nI/AAAAAAAAA10/IhyBcp0PVBE/s320/100_0500+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542841108288114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice the size of Daddy's palms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hDLIYBI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HNEct0LJwUA/s1600-h/100_0512+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hDLIYBI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HNEct0LJwUA/s320/100_0512+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322545042828058642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just half asleep Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hN0INuI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sM7h8K8QplI/s1600-h/100_0516+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hN0INuI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sM7h8K8QplI/s320/100_0516+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322545045684369122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's changing his first diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16g8VHjsI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ADrO1Zwcn9I/s1600-h/100_0509+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16g8VHjsI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ADrO1Zwcn9I/s320/100_0509+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322545040990899906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hVcoImI/AAAAAAAAA2s/fVqpOmLkZBw/s1600-h/100_0518+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd16hVcoImI/AAAAAAAAA2s/fVqpOmLkZBw/s320/100_0518+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322545047733281378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7263947640530446164?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7263947640530446164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7263947640530446164' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7263947640530446164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7263947640530446164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-our-little-family-is-complete.html' title='And our little family is complete!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/Sd14ghRGeKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RsRKOGSEO3o/s72-c/100_0499+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8875254554092511042</id><published>2009-03-30T22:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:15:00.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A prize!</title><content type='html'>I came home to a wonderful surprise! My prize from none other than CatCat for winning her &lt;a href="http://www.cathlooi.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html"&gt;weight-guess challenge&lt;/a&gt;. See if you can spot it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SdGVsvVf_VI/AAAAAAAAA1k/mifc3z0EBhA/s1600-h/100_0487+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SdGVsvVf_VI/AAAAAAAAA1k/mifc3z0EBhA/s320/100_0487+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319197230754692434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-efficient Hubby had put it with the baby stuff in his crib. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SdGVsXMC-cI/AAAAAAAAA1c/JlY2FFuz77o/s1600-h/100_0488+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SdGVsXMC-cI/AAAAAAAAA1c/JlY2FFuz77o/s320/100_0488+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319197224272591298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the diaper bag and a cute purple clutch! I love them both and cannot wait to put them to use. Thanks Cath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8875254554092511042?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8875254554092511042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8875254554092511042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8875254554092511042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8875254554092511042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/prize.html' title='A prize!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SdGVsvVf_VI/AAAAAAAAA1k/mifc3z0EBhA/s72-c/100_0487+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3215295042568178474</id><published>2009-03-21T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:13:54.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>35 Weeks and 4 days</title><content type='html'>March 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not only our routine Bio-Physical Profile scan but also our growth scan. The little bub measured 2 days ahead of his gestational age and weighed 5 lbs 9 oz, the doctor was encouraging and said that if he were born today, he'd be a-okay. Never you mind that booboo, you just stay in there and take as much time as you need to rest and grow... I think I shall be a lot more at ease once you reach that 37 week (full term) mark. That's only 5 days away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's also exciting today was that the little one was cooperative enough to pose for a profile and face shot and both were enough to illicit oohs and aahs from the ladies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScVyfQHC7GI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Tl6RkJlZ2t0/s1600-h/Baby+J+35+week+4+days+(a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScVyfQHC7GI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Tl6RkJlZ2t0/s320/Baby+J+35+week+4+days+(a).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315780816406768738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me chilling and sucking on my fist... got to practice, practice as the Doctor says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScVye5xHbBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/c7BG83Icw2M/s1600-h/Baby+J+35+week+4+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScVye5xHbBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/c7BG83Icw2M/s320/Baby+J+35+week+4+days.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315780810409208850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at his chubby cheeks! Mummy can't decide if I look Asian like her or if I look like Daddy... she thinks I have her lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be ready and done now... just waiting for THE day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3215295042568178474?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3215295042568178474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3215295042568178474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3215295042568178474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3215295042568178474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/35-weeks-and-4-days.html' title='35 Weeks and 4 days'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScVyfQHC7GI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Tl6RkJlZ2t0/s72-c/Baby+J+35+week+4+days+(a).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3160967578421818847</id><published>2009-03-20T14:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:28:37.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Surprise Shower</title><content type='html'>March 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to your Mummy, my audit client in their trick-sy manner, threw us a surprise baby shower to celebrate your impending appearance. I think they’re looking forward to a junior auditor or simply a cutesy little thing to cuddle and love on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really had no idea what was in store for me, I had a meeting with the Controller (which I thought was at 10.30am but it was actually at 10am) and got a call at 10.05 am asking if I was coming and when I made my way upstairs, I met the Controller on my way and as usual, was chatting away with her and she suggested we go see the Assistant Treasurer to discuss a few issues. Again, your blur Mummy is chattering away and then all of a sudden, there’s a loud “SURPRISE!!!!” and I think my temperature went from normal to flushed in a nano-second. Everyone in Accounting was there, the CFO included and I was stunned to say the least! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsODO8d7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/1nsS446BFuw/s1600-h/Picture+010a+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsODO8d7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/1nsS446BFuw/s320/Picture+010a+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351711357630386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blur Mummy wondering what's going on???! Of course, at this time, I look like I'm about to burst out from my sweater/pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOHZlhnI/AAAAAAAAA00/NNbxKy2yCqo/s1600-h/Picture+011+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOHZlhnI/AAAAAAAAA00/NNbxKy2yCqo/s320/Picture+011+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351712476006002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally realizing what's happening and note the flush... that's Beth, the MasterMind efficiently taking the work stuff away to start the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Controller, Beth had put together a diaper cake complete with your nursery’s safari theme plus Daddy’s Alabama football passion. She even made little diaper cupcakes, towel candy and included the cutest little tinkle shield!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOA9VWBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Xymy9BniAvc/s1600-h/Picture+005+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOA9VWBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Xymy9BniAvc/s320/Picture+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351710746892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth's handwork on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOtYLB4I/AAAAAAAAA08/t-VX1jYow9c/s1600-h/Picture+018a+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsOtYLB4I/AAAAAAAAA08/t-VX1jYow9c/s320/Picture+018a+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351722670622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggling at the little "tinkle shield"... looks like a little turtle shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsL01xoBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/WSIQwdCEqs8/s1600-h/Picture+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsL01xoBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/WSIQwdCEqs8/s320/Picture+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351673134227474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the cutesy diaper cake and cupcakes. Note the little shoes complete with the cutest Bama themed socks! The attention to detail is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the yummiest white/chocolate cake with to-die-for frosting and this yummy sprite/ginger ale/orange sherbet punch with little duckies floating on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsS4hhIQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/kV6IfyoHAmU/s1600-h/Picture+020+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsS4hhIQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/kV6IfyoHAmU/s320/Picture+020+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351794382086402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on the cutest little outfit for size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was extremely touched by everyone’s thoughtfulness and kindness, I will have to bring you to meet your extended aunties and uncles. Little buddy, we're so blessed to have such kind and caring people in our lives aren't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3160967578421818847?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3160967578421818847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3160967578421818847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3160967578421818847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3160967578421818847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-shower.html' title='Surprise Shower'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/ScPsODO8d7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/1nsS446BFuw/s72-c/Picture+010a+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8074552263898969281</id><published>2009-03-12T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:00:59.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>This is definitely a truly belated post but still, better late than never. Valentine's Day straddled the weekend this year and Mr. J and I decided to just go away for the weekend and spend some alone time before baby makes his presence. We decided on a whim to go up to Lake Guntersville, Alabama and spend the weekend in the brand new Lodge built up on the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with magnificent weather and truly enjoyed our time together doing nothing at all but enjoying each other's company. We toured the park, had unhurried dinner/lunch dates, went golfing (I drove the cart and enjoyed the scenery/weather), shopping. I am so glad we decided to break away together and look forward to doing more of that, even with baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-PhYX1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/yVhkzU28dVI/s1600-h/100_0398+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-PhYX1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/yVhkzU28dVI/s320/100_0398+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514699778613074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front entrance of the Lodge, love the wooden beams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-S6AGVI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CpS0oR49X9k/s1600-h/100_0400+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-S6AGVI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CpS0oR49X9k/s320/100_0400+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514700687186258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnYbVCKnBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jQRnA_SCeIw/s1600-h/100_0416+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnYbVCKnBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jQRnA_SCeIw/s320/100_0416+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515199474506770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-lY62bI/AAAAAAAAA0M/hF9VXHhLmio/s1600-h/100_0423+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-lY62bI/AAAAAAAAA0M/hF9VXHhLmio/s320/100_0423+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514705648703922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset shared with Mr. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-qFxqdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BnXRZssYnNo/s1600-h/100_0413+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-qFxqdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BnXRZssYnNo/s320/100_0413+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514706910587346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by the overlook.... getting rounder everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-qdk7gI/AAAAAAAAAz8/N5YZhzk9Drk/s1600-h/100_0410+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-qdk7gI/AAAAAAAAAz8/N5YZhzk9Drk/s320/100_0410+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514707010416130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the greens with Mr J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8074552263898969281?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8074552263898969281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8074552263898969281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8074552263898969281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8074552263898969281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-day-2009.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnX-PhYX1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/yVhkzU28dVI/s72-c/100_0398+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7919392508602330285</id><published>2009-03-12T22:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:46:16.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>Dear Little One - On February 24th, 2009, your Daddy and I rode to work together since your Mommy fried her car, that's another story for another time :) On our way, we stopped by Eddie's Market for Daddy's daily dose of coffee. There, I met Ms. Peggy and Brittney, they both work mornings at the market. Ms. Peggy is probably in her 80s and is one of the sweetest woman I've met and Brittney is in high school a bundle of energy. Both ladies got you a bagful of cute outfits and a pair of the cutest shoes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Peggy is working on a handmade quilt for you but she wanted you to know that you may not get it until after you get here since her eyes don't work so good anymore and also, she wants to sew on your birtday, weight and height as well. Your Mummy was so touched that these women who do not even know me or you would go out of their way to do something so thoughtful and kind. They even give Daddy free coffee everyday to thank him for his service. Pregnancy hormones or not, I had tears in my eyes by the time we left for work. We will bring you to visit her when you get here for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy picked me up from work in the middle of the morning to go over to his office where a gaggle of people he works with gathered to celebrate YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeOTetiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AvVXgl_GvNI/s1600-h/100_0427+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeOTetiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AvVXgl_GvNI/s320/100_0427+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510851161175586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeshift hall was prettily decorated in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUelxdcpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/S_V-19Rku-U/s1600-h/100_0433+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUelxdcpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/S_V-19Rku-U/s320/100_0433+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510857460937362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummy spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeepd6KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/HoqX1qXNYSQ/s1600-h/100_0432+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeepd6KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/HoqX1qXNYSQ/s320/100_0432+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510855548364962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeZRtwlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/H8VBNnmHKiI/s1600-h/100_0431+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeZRtwlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/H8VBNnmHKiI/s320/100_0431+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510854106563154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummilicious cake, it was half white and half chocolate cake, both so moist and the the frosting was heaven. Thanks Jami for getting this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUek0AzQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/qdCAH5SxXHk/s1600-h/100_0460+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUek0AzQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/qdCAH5SxXHk/s320/100_0460+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510857203207426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jokes... Mummy and Daddy enjoying the banter as we open your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was really overwhelmed by the experience, I have never met most of these people, yet they took the time and put the effort to be there to celebrate with us in our time of joy... I feel so blessed to be so lucky! And you, little one, are SO loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnWnU4UaYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RZGWtqc8cxg/s1600-h/100_0467+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnWnU4UaYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RZGWtqc8cxg/s320/100_0467+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312513206568380802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only part of what you got, I've really got to get things organized since the days have a way to just melt away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7919392508602330285?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7919392508602330285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7919392508602330285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7919392508602330285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7919392508602330285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnUeOTetiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AvVXgl_GvNI/s72-c/100_0427+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4038285461921089792</id><published>2009-03-12T16:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:16:02.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>He's so sweet!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been neglecting this blog for the longest time. Busy season, getting ready for the little Bub as well as simply moving around like Humpty Dumpty these past few weeks leaves me with no desire to switch on the laptop to blog in the evenings or weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just had to get on today to give a shout out to my darlingest husband for being the sweetest, most thoughtful man in the world :) I know I have been so bad about remembering to give a pat on the back, it seems that life these days prioritized baby, work, puppy and then Daddy. So honey, I need to remember to tell you just how much you are appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Friday is my birthday and I will officially place both feet firmly on the road to the 30-somethings! I came home last night to a quick shuffle into the bathroom with strict orders not to look around the house and to take my much needed hot shower (it's sleeting and snowing here in Nashville this week when just this weekend, it's been 80 degree weather!). I knew something was up but I played along cos I could see the Hubby's excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shower, I was ushered upstairs, feet propped up, tv remote surrendered to me (big feat since this is usually attached to the Hubster!), puppy securely stationed by me with her head resting on my lap... man, a girl could get used to this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, a homemade dinner spread was laid out in front of me... salmon cake, boiled potatoes, rib eye roast, garlic bread, a cheese biscuit with honey butter and salad... every single morsel of it was wiped clean by yours truly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnP0e8Fz6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ELrVwkv2bPw/s1600-h/100_0470+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnP0e8Fz6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ELrVwkv2bPw/s320/100_0470+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312505736025460642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby kept apologizing for not being a great cook and I can only look at him in bewilderment! It does not matter that he is not an Iron Chef or Wolfgang Puck, what matters is that he actually took the effort to make something special for me. That alone, was the extra spice which made everything taste outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuffed to the gills and just when I thought my surprise was over, he starts singing "Happy Birthday" with the most scrumptious little berry-custard tart all dressed up with candles which we shared all cuddled up... more often than not, it's the simple things in life that makes the bumps along the way so worthwhile. What a blissful way to end the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably some of you may think what's so special about this... well, you have to know my husband... his idea of cooking is throwing a sausage on the grill or putting together a ham and cheese sandwich or opening up a can of ravioli.... the boy does not tinker with gourmet experiments! So when he does make something from scratch, it's a BIG DEAL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask him why the 11th since my birthday is the 13th and his response was that I may have the baby by then! Can you tell that he's so ready for his baby to get here already??? Sometimes I feel like us women have the better end of the whole pregnancy deal albeit we're the ones with the aches and pains and everything else that comes along with it. BUT, we also are the ones who're closest to baby... I am going to miss having this little miracle being in me. I love it when he throws his punches or kicks... he's a lot bigger now and sometimes, I can actually see his footprint on my belly and it never ceases to amaze me... I love it when he stretches, or when he curls up that his little bottom pokes out.... I love the funny feeling when he has hiccups, I just think that is so cute! I really wish my Hubby could somehow experience that with me but alas, perhaps that's our privilege as the incubator! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were winding down, I hear the unmistakable sounds of a very passed out/snoring husband and it was one of those "awwww" moments cos the boy had worked so hard to put his surprise together. I absolutely loved every bit of it honey, you’re the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from the darling man telling me that he’ll make dinner again tonight cos he knows it’s hard for me to be on my feet for long and that my back hurts… did I say that I could really get used to this???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bub, your Daddy is one sweet man and just you wait and see, he’s going to be one Super Daddy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well and grow strong and healthy, your Mummy and Daddy cannot wait to finally meet you whenever you’re ready to see us. Until then, many hugs and kissies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4038285461921089792?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4038285461921089792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4038285461921089792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4038285461921089792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4038285461921089792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-so-sweet.html' title='He&apos;s so sweet!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SbnP0e8Fz6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ELrVwkv2bPw/s72-c/100_0470+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5265023717863992729</id><published>2009-02-25T16:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:19:36.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Darling!</title><content type='html'>The happiest birthday wishes to my husband, my best friend, my love, my baby daddy! :) I shall not reveal the ‘dreaded’ number but let me assure you that it is just that, a number. I love every day that we share and I look forward for the many more I hope to be blessed with. Thank you for all you do for your little family, everything is appreciated. The enthusiasm you have displayed in preparing the baby’s room as well as doing an amazing job with it, the back rubs you give me after a long day at work, taking the puppy out in the morning so that I can catch the extra 2 minutes of sleep, the sweet little way you talk to the puppy telling her about her baby brother, allowing me to eat durian in your presence, or simple things like taking out the garbage… every little thing like that is being safe kept in my treasure trove of memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that you are uncomplicated and so easy to please, that you put others before you, that you are honest and speak your mind, how you not only allow but encourage me to be whatever I wish to be… I think I could go on about just how wonderful you are even though I know that I forget to thank you or give you a pat on the back and I shall try to be better about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I do feel bad that we’re not doing anything special today, being Ash Wednesday (no steak dinner) and having Baptism class this evening, nor do I have a present (since you wanted to pick your own golf clubs!) or birthday cake (too busy to make one, it’s busy season!), I know you truly don’t mind not having the whole rigmarole and may even been happy that you are not reminded of being a year older! (did I mention you were easy???), I just wanted you to know that you are celebrated by all who loves you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, Happy Birthday again sweetie, may our good Lord shower you with blessings of good health, loved ones, laughter and prosperity all the years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;Your wife, baby and puppy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5265023717863992729?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5265023717863992729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5265023717863992729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5265023717863992729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5265023717863992729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='Happy Birthday Darling!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8373417948907214932</id><published>2009-02-17T09:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:55:35.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>The face of an angel</title><content type='html'>Old post written on February 17th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our 31 week ultrasound and bio-physical profile and my oh my, how has the little one grown. From the little tadpole he was not too long ago, he's 4 whole pounds now. His measurements seem to be within range, although his Daddy is rather worried that his head is in the 83% percentile... but with the growth spurts, the percentiles are always a moving target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the ultrasound, we caught sight of his face, his sweet sweet face, his cheeks were so chubby, his nose the perfect button and he looked like he was all curled up fast asleep peacefully... until he stretches to give his Mummy a quick jab. From the time we found out we were pregnant, I have always been wondering what he is going to look like and whatever it was, seeing my little boy's face made it all seem more real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His movements are a lot more coordinated and even graceful as you see him move his little arms and legs, I am not sure if it is pure coincidence but I think he recognises my voice... there will be periods during the day when it'd suddenly occur to me that I had not felt him kick and I'd rub my belly and talk to him soothingly trying to coax him to give his Mummy a jab and sometimes it takes longer but he surely knows how to respond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8373417948907214932?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8373417948907214932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8373417948907214932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8373417948907214932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8373417948907214932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/face-of-angel.html' title='The face of an angel'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2775009471730827332</id><published>2009-02-10T10:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:49:00.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>70th Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>The entire J gang met in Lake Guntersville, AL on the third week of January for the matriach of the family, Aunt J's 70th birthday celebration. She is Mr. J's oldest aunt and his god mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to bake the cake since I absolutely love the challenge and spent weeks planning what to make. Her favorite is red velvet and I had never made it before so after a lot of research (smittenkitchen.com was one of my favs!), I finally settled on the following;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top layer - red velvet cake with white chocolate cream cheese frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Velvet Cake &lt;br /&gt;Adapted from “The Confetti Cakes Cookbook” by Elisa Strauss via the New York Times 2/14/07&lt;br /&gt;Time: 90 minutes, plus cooling&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 3 cake layers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 cups cake flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa (not Dutch process)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cups canola oil&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons (3 ounces) red food coloring or 1 teaspoon red gel food coloring dissolved in 6 tablespoons of water&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 teaspoons white vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place teaspoon of butter in each of 3 round 9-inch layer cake pans and place pans in oven for a few minutes until butter melts. Remove pans from oven, brush interior bottom and sides of each with butter and line bottoms with parchment. &lt;br /&gt;2. Whisk cake flour, cocoa and salt in a bowl. &lt;br /&gt;3. Place oil and sugar in bowl of an electric mixer and beat at medium speed until well-blended. Beat in eggs one at a time. With machine on low, very slowly add red food coloring. (Take care: it may splash.) Add vanilla. Add flour mixture alternately with buttermilk in two batches. Scrape down bowl and beat just long enough to combine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Place baking soda in a small dish, stir in vinegar and add to batter with machine running. Beat for 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;5. Divide batter among pans, place in oven and bake until a cake tester comes out clean, 40 to 45 minutes. Let cool in pans 20 minutes. Then remove from pans, flip layers over and peel off parchment. Cool completely before frosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from several sources&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces cream cheese, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) butter room temperature&lt;br /&gt;3 cups confectioner’s sugar, sifted&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place cream cheese and butter in a medium bowl. With a handheld electric mixer, beat until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes. Add sugar and vanilla. Beat, on low speed to combine. If too soft, chill until slightly stiff, about 10 minutes, before using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Cream Cheese Buttercream&lt;br /&gt;"The Cake Bible," by Rose Levy Beranbaum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 oz. white chocolate, melted, cooled to room temperature&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;6 oz. unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 T fresh squeezed lemon juice, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;Beat cream cheese in mixing bowl until smooth. Gradually beat in the melted and cooled chocolate until incorporated. Add in the butter and lemon juice last, beating well until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom layer - Chocolate Butter Cake with Brandied Chocolate Ganache layers and Swiss Buttercream frosting (I LOVE this frosting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Butter Cake&lt;br /&gt;Sky High: Irresistible Triple-Layer Cakes&lt;br /&gt;Makes one 8-inch square, three layer cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cake flour&lt;br /&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups unsweetened cocoa powder (not Dutch process)&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 sticks (12 ounces) unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups freshly brewed coffee, cooled to room temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter three 8-inch square cake pans. Line the bottoms with parchment or waxed paper and butter the paper.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a large mixer bowl, combine the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt. With the electric mixer on low speed, blend for about 30 seconds. Add the butter and buttermilk and blend on low until moistened. Raise the speed to medium and beat until light and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whisk the eggs and coffee together, and add to the batter in 3 additions, scraping down the sides of the bowl and beating only until blended after each addition. Divide the batter among the three prepared pans; each pan will take about 3 1/4 cups of batter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake for 38 to 40 minutes, or until a cake tester or wooden toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Carefully turn them out onto wire racks and allow to cool completely. Remove the paper liners only when they are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet Brandied Ganache&lt;br /&gt;16oz chocolate (1 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cream (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1.5oz brandy (3tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Buttercream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 9-inch cake (plus filling, or some to spare)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 large egg whites&lt;br /&gt;26 tablespoons butter, softened (3 sticks plus 2 tablespoons)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whisk egg whites and sugar together in a big metal bowl over a pot of simmering water. Whisk occasionally until you can’t feel the sugar granules when you rub the mixture between your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Transfer mixture into the mixer and whip until it turns white and about doubles in size. (Here’s a tip: when you transfer to the mixer, make sure you wipe the condensation off the bottom of the bowl so that no water gets into the egg whites. This can keep them from whipping up properly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, add the butter a stick at a time and whip, whip, whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took 3 days to bake and freeze the layers, prepare icing and actually icing the cake on the day of the birthday. It was tiring but worth it because the birthday girl absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7_Fb6ZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bFpuniY2y00/s1600-h/Picture+156+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7_Fb6ZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bFpuniY2y00/s320/Picture+156+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206183915022738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gal with her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7imhp0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/AaVTBbqD-PE/s1600-h/Picture+154+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7imhp0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/AaVTBbqD-PE/s320/Picture+154+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206176269182786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I am flushing, it seems to be a normal occurance these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7jdEcrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/QI5zbcQTFnU/s1600-h/Picture+128+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7jdEcrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/QI5zbcQTFnU/s320/Picture+128+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206176497955506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes being baked. This is the chocolate cake layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7m984cI/AAAAAAAAAyU/UBzmnA_E7ls/s1600-h/Picture+145+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7m984cI/AAAAAAAAAyU/UBzmnA_E7ls/s320/Picture+145+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206177441178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the end project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7Z307iI/AAAAAAAAAyE/dgnA-lDVDsA/s1600-h/Picture+125+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7Z307iI/AAAAAAAAAyE/dgnA-lDVDsA/s320/Picture+125+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206173925830178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana cream pie and apple pie. I made these in addition to the cakes as my dessert contribution. The banana cream pie was a sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGrIBwrcKI/AAAAAAAAAys/rGhwcq-__aI/s1600-h/Picture+165+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGrIBwrcKI/AAAAAAAAAys/rGhwcq-__aI/s320/Picture+165+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206390791696546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelbie and Drevan, our niece (Mr. J's sister's daughter) and nephew (Mr. J's cousin's son) , I think they love each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a tiring but but weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going back to the Lake this Friday to spend Valentine's Day at the new Lodge. I cannot wait to just to get away with Mr. J for some quiet R&amp;R just by ourselves. I love the lazy, luxurious don't-have-to-be-anywhere-or-do-anything-if-we-wanted weekends away. Our last chance till baby comes, and then I can imagine that every outing would never be the same :) But how we look forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2775009471730827332?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2775009471730827332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2775009471730827332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2775009471730827332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2775009471730827332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/70th-birthday-celebration.html' title='70th Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGq7_Fb6ZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bFpuniY2y00/s72-c/Picture+156+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3608609995186640314</id><published>2009-02-10T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:12:44.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Baby Purchase #2</title><content type='html'>This weekend, we went stroller shopping and finally decided on the Gra*co Quattr*o Travel System in Deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGl9Bnvd6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/72srtCFmAh8/s1600-h/Stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGl9Bnvd6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/72srtCFmAh8/s320/Stroller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200704217511842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured if the next one is a girl, she can still use the color scheme. We met a Mommy at the store with the exact same one for her daughter and she could not stop singing praises about it. We love it and think it rides real well and it seems sturdy with lots of storage space which was important to us cos knowing me, I'd pack everything but the kitchen sink for a walk in the park :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the stroller out of the way, we went to visit one of the short listed Day Care centers yesterday and it is pretty overwhelming deciding these things. I think we asked good questions and were pleased with the place but we'd still like to see a few more before deciding for the sake of due diligence :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next on our listing, choosing a pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3608609995186640314?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3608609995186640314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3608609995186640314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3608609995186640314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3608609995186640314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-purchase-2.html' title='Baby Purchase #2'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGl9Bnvd6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/72srtCFmAh8/s72-c/Stroller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2698907071321402518</id><published>2009-02-10T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:05:08.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Cord blood banking?</title><content type='html'>A poll to all you Mommies out there, Mr. J and I are deciding whether we want to do  Cord Blood banking. Any thoughts? It costs approximately $2k upfront with $125 annual storage fee. We're thinking that we hope never to need this but if the unthinkable happens, we have a backup plan. Any of you have done this before? If so, let me know who you went with and how it went for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2698907071321402518?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2698907071321402518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2698907071321402518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2698907071321402518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2698907071321402518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/cord-blood-banking.html' title='Cord blood banking?'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8876431567650784222</id><published>2009-02-10T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:58:07.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Project baby room</title><content type='html'>How quickly has the weeks gone by??? I'm now at 30 weeks and the final countdown has begun. I think we've progressed well, I am feeling great, baby seem to be doing what he's supposed to be doing and starting Week 32, I will see the doctor twice a week for the Bio-Physical Profile (BPP) and Non-Stress Test (NST) which basically measures the baby's growth and well being. This is necessary due to the gestational diabetes so we're praying all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-to-be has been working so diligently on the baby room over the past 6 weeks, we put crown molding up, he painted the walls, his Aunts came to help put up the bead boards one Saturday and everything else, he finished himself this past week. I am really proud of him, he worked on this every single chance he could, every single week night and weekend and it turned out fabulous. The pictures does not do it justice because you don't see the different textures nor can I seem to fit the entire room into the picture but I'll keep trying especially when we have the room 100% decorated and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So On January 31st, Mr. J's two aunts came to help out with putting up the crimson bead boards. It was a long day starting at 7am and ended well past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSTsh-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wYTbymzzTSA/s1600-h/100_0382+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSTsh-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wYTbymzzTSA/s320/100_0382+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190074730412530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSV887eI/AAAAAAAAAxM/IOIgZOYOo6I/s1600-h/100_0379+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSV887eI/AAAAAAAAAxM/IOIgZOYOo6I/s320/100_0379+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190075336158690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Aunties hard at work... can't believe they drove for 6 hours to get here and then work the entire day. It is MUCH appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSametAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HiRZLVIlmbY/s1600-h/100_0383+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSametAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HiRZLVIlmbY/s320/100_0383+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190076584080386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going at it well past midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSv7VKEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xVyJEy57gJs/s1600-h/100_0390+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSv7VKEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xVyJEy57gJs/s320/100_0390+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190082308679746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls are up and furniture in. Almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSlsU5bI/AAAAAAAAAxk/j_WoHBG6AYY/s1600-h/100_0387+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSlsU5bI/AAAAAAAAAxk/j_WoHBG6AYY/s320/100_0387+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190079561393586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the stuff we've gotten off our Target registry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the room ready, my work starts, I've got to pick out curtains and rugs and wash all the baby's things, line the drawers, get diapers, lotions etc... it is so exciting, aren't baby things so tiny and adorable???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8876431567650784222?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8876431567650784222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8876431567650784222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8876431567650784222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8876431567650784222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-baby-room.html' title='Project baby room'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SZGcSTsh-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wYTbymzzTSA/s72-c/100_0382+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6772960743768976920</id><published>2009-01-13T16:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:36:44.273-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memory of'/><title type='text'>A day etched in memory</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 marked a sad day in our lives. Our dear neighbor, Mr. Thompson passed away peacefully in his sleep. He never made it to his 77th birthday. Our hearts mourn this wonderful, intelligent, warm, kind and generous man. He was never without a smile or a story to tell and he always kept an eye on things for us... I still remember when wwe had first moved in and my husband had to go out of town. It was the first time I was all alone and I was extra careful to turn the alarm on after me and lock all doors... or so I thought... I heard the door bell ring one evening and greeted the door with Bob wagging his finger at me, I didn't understand until I opened the door to see my keys dangling on the outside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memories of Bob is the long conversations we would have just sitting out on the porch or playing with the puppy, Bob loved little Bama and was tempted to even get one of his own! I am saddened that we can never have those conversations anymore. This is one man who has accomplished so much in his life and yet, so humble. I wish we had known him a lot longer than the 2-3 years we've been neighbors but I shall not be too greedy and cherish the time we did share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my friend, I know you are in a better place where hurt no longer wrecks your physique and also where your wife must be excited to see you again! Say hi to Scott for me as well and until we meet again, I hope you know how much we have enjoyed your friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the obituary obtained from the Tennessean (http://www.legacy.com/Tennessean/Obituaries.asp?Page=LifeStory&amp;PersonID=122637324)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walter Robert Thompson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;THOMPSON, Walter Robert February 26, 1932 to January 7, 2009. Walter Robert "Bob" Thompson passed away at his home on Wednesday, achieving one of his final goals. A complex and unique man, Bob's life was typified by the themes of intellect, ethics, persistence and achievement. His intellect, which was evident throughout his life, was fed by a voracious appetite for learning and reading coupled with a rigid adherence to intellectual honesty and the search for the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intellectual gift and approach rewarded Bob in later life with the chance to teach Ethics at Vanderbilt's Owen Graduate School of Business, a role he cherished. In some respects this was a coming of full circle as Vanderbilt had played an earlier important part in Bob's life, having graduated from Vanderbilt Law School at age 42 with no undergraduate degree, one of only two persons to have done so. This law degree in addition to satisfying another goal, namely following in the footsteps of his Grandfather, Judge Walter Benjamin Thompson, provided the means for Bob to continue to serve one of his great loves, music and the composers who create it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to Law School, Bob had a significant background and resume of achievement in the production and marketing of music working with greats such as Dave Brubeck, Barbra Streisand, Andy Williams, Robert Goulet, and Bill Watrous, and two albums he produced are included in the permanent collection of Contemporary Jazz at the Smithsonian. Once having attained to the practice of law, his love for the creators of music led him to a legal career exemplified by the defense and protection of the intellectual property rights of those creators including Otis Redding, Roger Miller, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings and others. Additional achievements include the Associated Press Citation of Merit for his role leading the broadcast of the 1956 Soviet Invasion of Hungary for Armed Forces Radio, serving as President of SESAC Music, Inc., lecturing on Leadership Ethics at the Pentagon, Chairing the TN State Film, Music and Entertainment Commission, imprinting so many people who now share his passion for ethics and integrity, and certainly not least, providing his children with an opportunity set very different from that with which he started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is survived by his mother Ruth Thompson, three sisters, his three children Philip, Carolyn and Bo, their spouses and eight grandchildren, and he now joins his wife Adrianne who passed away almost fourteen years ago. A patriotic man who served in the US Navy during the Korean Conflict and supported our service men and women to the end, he will be memorialized at 2 p.m. January 16 at the Middle Tennessee State Veterans Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, the family has selected three charitable organizations information regarding which will be available at the services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6772960743768976920?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6772960743768976920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6772960743768976920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6772960743768976920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6772960743768976920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-etched-in-memory.html' title='A day etched in memory'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3091259472328849263</id><published>2009-01-05T19:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:46:51.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Maybe it isn't quite obvious?</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amusing/baffling when people state/ask the obvious? I find those situations pretty smirk-worthy and today's visit to the obstetrician was one of those occasions. I have been visiting the "high risk" obgyn (located on the 7th floor) for my routine check ups [they classify you as 'high risk' if you depart from the normal pregnancy scenario and gestational diabetes automatically escalates me to the 'high risk' category] and had not visited my primary care obstetrician (located on the 3rd floor) in several months and was told that I needed to make an appointment to basically catch up. Hence, after my 7th floor appointment, I stopped by the 3rd floor to schedule an appointment. Mind you, if you've seen my previous post, you'd see that I am obviously pregnant so I was rather taken aback when the scheduler who had full view of me ask if I were pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha I should have worn this to erase all doubts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SWK3GBEfydI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iUJwtUtV8ho/s1600-h/BABY-INSIDE_RK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SWK3GBEfydI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iUJwtUtV8ho/s320/BABY-INSIDE_RK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287990226480777682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3091259472328849263?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3091259472328849263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3091259472328849263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3091259472328849263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3091259472328849263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-it-isnt-quite-obvious.html' title='Maybe it isn&apos;t quite obvious?'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SWK3GBEfydI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iUJwtUtV8ho/s72-c/BABY-INSIDE_RK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5457978597101337348</id><published>2009-01-02T15:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:13:55.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>What a year 2008 was! My parents ended their 6 week visit and headed for home on December 27th. It was so weird having the house all to ourselves again and I think the puppy misses them dearly too. I think it was overall an enjoyable visit, we visited one set of in-laws in Alabama and another in Savannah and Dad even went for a hunting trip in Georgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all that traveling and excitement finally caught up with me and I caught a cold on new year's eve... hence our plans to go see the fireworks were abandoned and I was in bed at 8pm with snuggly socks, Sudafed, tissues and the puppy snuggling up to me. The Hubby was enjoying one of my Christmas presents;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6J_D4IApI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ka4kVp4iE_A/s1600-h/100_0326+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6J_D4IApI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ka4kVp4iE_A/s320/100_0326+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286814729045017234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting one of these for the longest time but have been debating if we'd be disciplined enough not to be totally consumed playing this but so far, so good... we've had so much fun together! Plus I am thinking that the Fit will be beneficial as part of my post-natal weight loss care :) Hubby went out and got the Star Wars game as well and the boy gets a good workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6KGF3ajjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/okDYTzRU3kY/s1600-h/100_0328+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6KGF3ajjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/okDYTzRU3kY/s320/100_0328+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286814849837993522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Puppy is asking to play too.... The dear girl thinks that her duckie is Wii-capable as well! She's too cute not to post a pic :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was spent in Tybee Island and Savannah, Georgia. My lovely mother in law got us this lovely chalet on Tybee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6O6bzvxgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/a1erAfkuVaM/s1600-h/100_0209+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6O6bzvxgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/a1erAfkuVaM/s320/100_0209+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820147127895554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our chalet, Tybee Island, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NLKxMMOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/juxR8k6qX_8/s1600-h/100_0298+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NLKxMMOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/juxR8k6qX_8/s320/100_0298+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286818235588292834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a quiet stroll on the beach - Tybee Island, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6Lmyf68AI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FC9s5Y-m-6U/s1600-h/100_0290+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6Lmyf68AI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FC9s5Y-m-6U/s320/100_0290+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286816511086489602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in December, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6LnfUTv6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/9Jd_EhofCH0/s1600-h/100_0269+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6LnfUTv6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/9Jd_EhofCH0/s320/100_0269+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286816523117379490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bump??? More like boulder! Touring Fort Pulaski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6O6cjpHrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QhumqAS1c7U/s1600-h/100_0249+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6O6cjpHrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QhumqAS1c7U/s320/100_0249+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820147328786098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral, downtown Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NLXq0kMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YysYzOatt3o/s1600-h/100_0309+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NLXq0kMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YysYzOatt3o/s320/100_0309+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286818239051239618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-believe shipmates??? Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NK2WqDFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wcbYasaGcAw/s1600-h/100_0214+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6NK2WqDFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wcbYasaGcAw/s320/100_0214+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286818230108294226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks having a great time at a wonderful Scottish pub. We had the yummiest scottish eggs, shepard's pie and meat pies here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful time it was, just spending time with family and enjoy all the loving that comes with it. May 2009 be a year full of wonderful surprises and memorable moments. Whatever it is, we are so thankful and blessed to have and to love those we know. May it be a good one for you as well, friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5457978597101337348?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5457978597101337348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5457978597101337348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5457978597101337348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5457978597101337348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='New Year 2009'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SV6J_D4IApI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ka4kVp4iE_A/s72-c/100_0326+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4618442669475501948</id><published>2008-12-10T17:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:49:53.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>First baby purchase</title><content type='html'>Another exciting event in our household was that we finally made our first baby purchase! We've been going back and forth and looking at a variety of baby furniture and the various stores and finally decided on the Munir*e Newport collection. I have never been so stressed about making a decision, not even when picking out my wedding dress! In any case, I am so glad that that decision is made! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBUqzdO-nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9tTj4mjGbLg/s1600-h/Baby+furnitur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBUqzdO-nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9tTj4mjGbLg/s320/Baby+furnitur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278311857622284914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the hutch combo, 6 drawer chest, night stand and convertible crib in a darker color as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBUq7ewnGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cshO7A1glj4/s1600-h/munire_newport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBUq7ewnGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cshO7A1glj4/s320/munire_newport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278311859776167010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the yellow is soothing but Mr. J thinks it's for girls! I guess anything other than his Crimson will not do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we don't have it at home yet just because some pieces needs to be ordered and Mr. J wants to paint the baby's room before setting things up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still debating the colors, he wants a sports theme with Alabama Crimson red on the bottom half and the sheerest baby blue on the top half... I am not completely sold on the idea so unless I can come up with a better idea/color scheme, he's just going to go ahead with it! In any case, I don't think I can get off of using the red on the palette, I just hope the baby would not be an angry one looking at all the red around him :( Sigh, I would prefer pastel, "baby" colors with little animals as a theme but I guess that is an exhausting debate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we've gotten the biggest part taken care of, now it's time for accessories... car seat, bouncy chair, bottles, clothes etc. Question for all you experienced Mommies out there... what things have you used with your baby/ies that you highly recommend or cannot imagine living without???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4618442669475501948?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4618442669475501948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4618442669475501948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4618442669475501948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4618442669475501948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-baby-purchase_10.html' title='First baby purchase'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBUqzdO-nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9tTj4mjGbLg/s72-c/Baby+furnitur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2092501964521945060</id><published>2008-12-10T17:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:37:43.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Week 21 update</title><content type='html'>All is well here in the J household! The husband, puppy, baby and I are enjoying my parent's visit from Malaysia. They got in a week before Thanksgiving and hence, we've been visiting places as well as family. It would be a lot nicer if we didn't have to work in that time frame, but it is kind of difficult to avoid that since my parents are visiting for 6 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most definitely miss their company as well as the creature comforts that only parents can bring when they leave on the 27th :( With my mom's cooking, I have finally been able to up my weight. I had gained 5 pounds in the first 3 months and then 2 more at Week 14. But that's where it had stopped cos I was still only 7 pounds up at Week 19 during my checkup. I guess all those salads I consumed didn't stick! In any case, at Week 21, after 3 weeks of Mom's cooking, I gained 2 more pounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked a-okay during our detailed anomally ultrasound scan at Week 19. The Little One was progressing well and in the 85th percentile and I can also tell that he is going to be a handful since he did not keep still long enough for the ultrasound technician to take a good shot... so here are a could of my feisty boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRpxYxOLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PV5PcaPnRnc/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+19a+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRpxYxOLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PV5PcaPnRnc/s320/Baby+J+Week+19a+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278308541351934130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRqO8vHlI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mMIReYIoFZE/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+19b+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRqO8vHlI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mMIReYIoFZE/s320/Baby+J+Week+19b+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278308549287419474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frontal shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRqmUpo4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/wFCQC5iQvRk/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+19d+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRqmUpo4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/wFCQC5iQvRk/s320/Baby+J+Week+19d+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278308555561739138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well son, when you're old enough to read this, your Daddy just HAD to make sure! :) He is so unbelievably excited, he's already planning everything he's going to do with you, he keeps wishing that you were here already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2092501964521945060?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2092501964521945060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2092501964521945060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2092501964521945060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2092501964521945060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-baby-purchase.html' title='Week 21 update'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SUBRpxYxOLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PV5PcaPnRnc/s72-c/Baby+J+Week+19a+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4033601976083319348</id><published>2008-11-07T10:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:03:14.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bama'/><title type='text'>Why does this feel like it's going so fast and yet so slow all at the same time?</title><content type='html'>We count down the weeks and they seem to hit us in rapid succession, one after another but yet, at Week 16 (plus 4 days), Week 40 seems like a far distant future :) Yes, can you tell that I am so impatient for week for to come by and finally meet our little womb tenant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, thankful that once we hit Week 13, the nausea subsided, the bloatedness disappeared and it feels wonderful to be able be out and about without gagging everytime I smelled anything remotely food-related. So far, I've gained 6 lbs and as Hubby was going through our wedding video last night, I cannot believe that it was only less than a year ago when I fit into my wedding dress! Ha ha... however, I'm anticipating lots of running around and sleepless nights [well, hopefully not a lot of this cos Mommy is a BEAR when lacking in the sleep department! BUT I guess baby changes me :)] so maybe the weight will melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the puppy at home is good training as to what's in store, she's really like a toddler, getting in things that you didn't even think would interest anyone or expect it to be! Her latest craze is toilet paper, we keep the spares in stands in 3 of the bathrooms and it's really like warfare tactics to ensure she stays out of it. In any case, I hope she grows out of it cos I don't know how I'm going to handle 2 little rugrats running all over the place! Bama is, thankfully, recovered from her spaying surgery and she seems to not even remember anything about it. I do sometimes miss the times when after the surgery, that all she did was lay about but it's good to have my little girl back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyu_pcORI/AAAAAAAAAuU/NPjGxHaXIvo/s1600-h/DSCN3184+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyu_pcORI/AAAAAAAAAuU/NPjGxHaXIvo/s320/DSCN3184+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265960015987751186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after surgery, the Princess just moped about and here's a shot of her laying on the armrest of the couch as she kept me company as I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyvCVCAXI/AAAAAAAAAus/vFSMbWs4YjM/s1600-h/DSCN3233+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyvCVCAXI/AAAAAAAAAus/vFSMbWs4YjM/s320/DSCN3233+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265960016707453298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 inch scar after those nasty stitches were removed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyvN5tBaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N8j2wu3bBuI/s1600-h/DSCN3236+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyvN5tBaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N8j2wu3bBuI/s320/DSCN3236+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265960019814057378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... why you mumbling to yourself Mommy???? You would too Bama if you were trying to memorize this alternative minimum tax formula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyuqN5MiI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hM2GsXFT0uc/s1600-h/DSCN3182+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyuqN5MiI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hM2GsXFT0uc/s320/DSCN3182+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265960010235064866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna go out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to mention the Hubby in this post as well because the poor man must feel like Baby is #1, Puppy is #2, Cravings is #3 etc and that he's at the bottom of the list! :) He's been so wonderful and supportive it really enriches the whole experience. I can tell he's so excited about having a baby at home and for those of you who know Hubby personally, he's this manly man and always so serious that he may come across as being a grumpus but here he is, talking animatedly about everything from nursery themes, baby names to college funds. Also, since he leaves so early everyday for work and I'm still in bed, not only the Mommy gets a kiss but the baby too and I just love that! Oh, it's also nice to receive 'no reason' flowers and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, for some reason I was having this intense craving for the Chik-Fil-A Southwest Chicken salad and since there is not one close by me, I asked Hubby to get it (I've asked before as well and he always forgot!) and this is so cute, he took it upon himself to remember and get me the RIGHT order. Hence, he bypassed the drive thru, went into the store and told the manager that the order must not be messed up as it's for his pregnant wife! Ha ha the Manager took that in good humour and sent Hubby home with a generous and absolutely delicious salad plus a 50% discount! I don't know how he manages to pull things like this off but I guess he did a wonderful job. And in case you're wondering, this little boy craves healthy things, he loves salads and fruit best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another 3 1/2 weeks till we go for the thorough 20 Week anatomical ultrasound, I simply can't wait! It's been a couple of weeks since we got to have a peek at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go back to studying and I'm glad I have a great study companion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyu1uIvzI/AAAAAAAAAuc/u07_7GvovUs/s1600-h/DSCN3238+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyu1uIvzI/AAAAAAAAAuc/u07_7GvovUs/s320/DSCN3238+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265960013323091762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4033601976083319348?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4033601976083319348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4033601976083319348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4033601976083319348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4033601976083319348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-does-this-feel-like-its-going-so.html' title='Why does this feel like it&apos;s going so fast and yet so slow all at the same time?'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SRRyu_pcORI/AAAAAAAAAuU/NPjGxHaXIvo/s72-c/DSCN3184+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3693891991403835745</id><published>2008-10-24T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:41:05.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bama'/><title type='text'>Bad Mommy</title><content type='html'>I have been so nervous and anxious all week as our little Bama is scheduled to be spayed and have her baby canines extracted since her permanent ones are out but the milk teeth refuse to fall off! I guess that it's not a big deal, millions of dogs get spayed/neutered all around the world, I just never thought I'd feel this way when our turn came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby doesn't give this too much thought, he makes fun of me for being so worried but until I have my baby home safe, I won't be at ease. Maybe this is what other Mommy's [of human or furry babies] feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bama probably knew something was different today [how can she not??? Her Daddy teased her yesterday about today!]... J takes her out every morning when he wakes up at 5ish and puts her back in the crate before he leaves for work. Bama will usually sit in there and watch me till I wake up and let her out. Today, was different though, she did not do that, she just laid in her crate listless and even when I let her out, she was reluctant to come out. She stayed by my side every single step and only when I brushed her, she got some of her spunk back [she thinks brushing is play time]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought out her doggie carrier and she thought it was 'going out' day... since she did not go No. 2 when J took her out, I took her one last time and after tinkling real quickly, she wanted to run in [never happens cos she always try to convince us to take her on her walkies!].... as soon as she got in, she ran into her carrier... it was the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole short drive, I was feeling so guilty, she kept scratching on the carrier and giving me her cutesy look... so innocent, so trusting and here I'm sending her to pain and misery :( Oh gosh... how am I going to survive taking my child for his shots!!! I know it's for their own good but I wish there wasn't any pain involved :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realised it wasn't a joyride when we stopped at the vet's... she didn't want to get out of her carrier and when I took her in, she could not stop shaking... again, this is odd as she likes going to the vet as we send her here for grooming, boarding and doggie daycare (before we found her a dogwalker). Anyways, I left her in the arms of the vet technician, still shaking and I really had to try very hard not to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the pregnancy or maybe like I said, it's a 'Mommy' feeling... people say it's 'just a dog' but it's not just a dog to me, she's a family member and maybe I'm over protective because she's defenseless, she trusts us to take care of her and her trust and love is unconditional. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying hard that everything will be okay and she'll be back to her normal self in a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3693891991403835745?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3693891991403835745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3693891991403835745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3693891991403835745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3693891991403835745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-mommy.html' title='Bad Mommy'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5074059886506882044</id><published>2008-10-22T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:52:51.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>We just got invited to a dress up Halloween party by one of our neighbors and I'm at a loss as to what to dress up as! Suggestions so far are; &lt;br /&gt;i) Pumpkin (so original right???) &lt;br /&gt;ii) Nun (by the hostess who thinks a pregnant nun is hilarious... ummm I think I'll pass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to the drawing board, just have to keep pondering (in between breaks from study and work of course!). About this whole study thing, it IS so true that the older you get, the harder it is to focus and this is by all means nothing to do with age. It seems that the older I am, the more things we have going on... last year was the wedding, this year the baby and I HOPE there is NO next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to detest sitting with my books as the beautiful days pass on by and my poor neglected Hubby passes time alone upstairs either watching tv, strumming on his guitar, DIY projects or playing with the puppy. It's time like these that you'd find me going upstairs every so often with really no reason but to escape studying and re-join life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm praying hard that I can focus and just get this done... it doesn't help that I missed passing by 1 point last year... argh! Next year, I want to enjoy my non-work hours watching my baby grow, be wifey to the Hubby and just spend time doing the things I enjoy. If that's not motivation enough, I'm not sure what is! I guess what's left is I need to remind myself of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5074059886506882044?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5074059886506882044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5074059886506882044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5074059886506882044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5074059886506882044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5091750508551380823</id><published>2008-10-20T14:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:54:49.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the beginning of Week 14 and what a surprise we had when we took a little peep at Little Bit this morning! First and foremost, he had grown 50% since we had seen him 2 weeks ago, his current stats are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length - 93 mm&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat - 122 bpm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to watch him, his arms and legs were already formed, we got to count the 5 perfect little fingers and much to our delight, we finally got to see that it's a little boy! No more he/she but HIM! He was a little shy at first keeping his legs crossed and after the ultrasound technician poked and prodded, the little one finally adjusted and there it was... for all to see, his little pee-pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-ST8eHn4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6cTA-0Pk_Cg/s1600-h/Baby+j+Week+14b+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-ST8eHn4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6cTA-0Pk_Cg/s320/Baby+j+Week+14b+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260083761139654530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pee-pee! Do you see it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hubby is still in denial, he keeps saying it's the umbilical cord but to prove to him that it isn't, the ultrasound technician switched on the thermal scanner which shows the movement/flow of blood and alas, the umbilical cord was nowhere near Little Bit's nether regions. Anyways, I am convinced it's a boy and so is the technician. I guess Daddy'll just have to wait till the next thorough ultrasound in 4weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-STq8rIBI/AAAAAAAAAts/6C07wqFteJM/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+14a+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-STq8rIBI/AAAAAAAAAts/6C07wqFteJM/s320/Baby+J+Week+14a+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260083756435972114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this adorable profile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-SUSG0oLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_6Vy3g0-7Dk/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+14c+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-SUSG0oLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_6Vy3g0-7Dk/s320/Baby+J+Week+14c+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260083766947520690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mommy!!! Or was it nudging my ribcage???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-SUh97QBI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8USKNYf0rLM/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+14d+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-SUh97QBI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8USKNYf0rLM/s320/Baby+J+Week+14d+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260083771205173266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the tips of his fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, we have to pick a boy's name since I had been so sure it was a girl and my mindset was ready for little dresses, ballet classes etc... don't get me wrong, I am so excited it's a boy but I think every Mother secretly wishes to have a little girl! Anyways, I can see myself as a soccer/football/hockey/cub scout mom and I really can't wait for him to be here so we can finally hold him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep growing little one, be healthy and strong... know you are so loved even before we've laid eyes on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5091750508551380823?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5091750508551380823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5091750508551380823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5091750508551380823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5091750508551380823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-ST8eHn4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6cTA-0Pk_Cg/s72-c/Baby+j+Week+14b+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1406398518978523388</id><published>2008-10-07T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:50:13.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Monday, October 6th – Week 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trip to the doctor for a follow up, and another peek into our snuggle bunny’s hideaway. It’s got to be a better machine being used or maybe it’s because they have an extra monitor for the parents to look at and instead of just laying there trying to sneak a peek, the Little One was in full view. What joy it was! It was a whole lot different than I remember at 7 week. Instead of a blurb with a yolk sac attached, this was one little human being, as observed sketchily in Week 11, you could see the head, eyes, arms legs and it was amazing just watching him do somersaults and his tiny arms were propped as if he were in a boxing match. The nurse suggested that maybe it’s a boy since it’s so rowdy… of course that made his Daddy beam! In any case, both of us were just so amazed to see this precious little life God has blessed us with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we got copies of the ultrasound pictures, and in one of them, we witnessed our child’s first smile. It was as clear as day and my heart just scrunched up, I want so bad for everything to be okay, for our baby to be born happy and healthy… we constantly worry about this but to see his smile, was as if he was reassuring us that everything would be okay and not to worry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we knew how to scan this in to share with you but each attempt just resulted in an ugly blotch of black and white. Any tips or ideas for those of you who’ve successfully been able to scan this in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 12 stats;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat - 160 bpm&lt;br /&gt;Length - 60 mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE - Scans are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RPS3e7pI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BHNg0d5r9mk/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+12a+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RPS3e7pI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BHNg0d5r9mk/s320/Baby+J+Week+12a+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260082581740646034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already know how to pose for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RPi0BQNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yMAhxNxGxIs/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+12b+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RPi0BQNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yMAhxNxGxIs/s320/Baby+J+Week+12b+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260082586021085394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see his SMILE? *heart melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RQOTyXFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4pOQmCruhSs/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+12c+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RQOTyXFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4pOQmCruhSs/s320/Baby+J+Week+12c+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260082597697051730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arial view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RQU_vFPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Z7nbkv0rJkM/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+12d+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RQU_vFPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Z7nbkv0rJkM/s320/Baby+J+Week+12d+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260082599491998962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Daddy" profile... smooth big head, smooth bigger belly... ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 29th - Week 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks a month since we last went for our initial OB visit and ultrasound. To my surprise, it was very brief. My obstetrician just went through a list of routine questions, attempted to detect Little Bit’s heartbeat using a Doppler but was unsuccessful which I was very glad! That only meant that she had to use the ultrasound machine and hence we got a sneak peak of the Little One. How much has he grown! We see little arms and little legs and a big round head just like daddy’s! Most importantly, we saw his little heart beating strongly… every little glimpse of this little wonder growing in me just makes us fall in love with him all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1406398518978523388?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1406398518978523388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1406398518978523388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1406398518978523388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1406398518978523388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-RPS3e7pI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BHNg0d5r9mk/s72-c/Baby+J+Week+12a+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1334825278647836136</id><published>2008-09-13T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:43:05.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Of Seahorses and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Mr. J and I have been on pins and needles since 08.08.08. The reason being, that was the day we found out we were pregnant! The day before, a Thursday, I went for my routine annual exam with my gynecologist. It was nothing out of the ordinary, pap smear, lab, consultation, all packed in a compressed 1 hour visit and I left the doctor’s with nary a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 8, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a phone call in the morning from Cherie, my gynae’s assistant. She goes into this spiel of how my lab work comes back and every thing looks fine BUT… and I was like “Oh dear, what is she going to tell me??? Abnormal cells? Hormonal imbalance? Diabetes???!!!”. Anyways, in the midst of those torrential thoughts, I hear the word ‘pregnant’. And there were are, by the kitchen bar and my husband is looking at me dumbfounded and asking me who’s pregnant??? I guess it’s me!!! Ha ha Cherie later told us that our sheer delight are the rewards of her job and I can understand why!!! She gets to deliver the good news that our prayers were answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did caution me that it seems that we had merely just conceived so to ensure it is progressing normally, I had to come in the next week to draw another lab test. I have not had so much blood withdrawn as I had with this pregnancy, in as much as I dread it, knowing that it’s a means to an end is consolation. I guess any mother would do just about anything for their little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 13, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second lab test. HcG levels have doubled, pregnancy is progressing well. I am prescribed prometrium in addition to prenatal vitamins. Apparently prometrium helps thicken the linings of the uterus so that the fetus/embryo has a nice cushy layer to nestle in. I am to take this till Week 13. This night was the first time I took it and boy, it knocked me out, the next day, waking up, I had to wonder if I got run over by a truck in my sleep judging from how achy I felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Mr. J has been called away for over 3 weeks of military exercise in Mississippi, so little baby, little puppy and a very alone mummy tried to cope through morning sickness, housebreaking, working, studying and everything else the best we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 2, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first ultrasound! Needless to say, this day has been all we’ve been looking forward to ever since we found out that we are having a little one. Had I known just how much occurs during this visit [took us 4 hours!], we would have had breakfast or at least brought a snack along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first started with the ultrasound; this was, hands down, the most fun. After a mess of warm jelly was slathered all over my belly, it was time to peek in at the little one. It did not take too much searching and there she/he was! Such a relief to know the little one is where it’s supposed to be. Worries about ectopic pregnancies melted away as the glee we felt overcame us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband’s first reaction was “Holy crap! It looks like a tadpole!”… then it was “Holy crap, it looks like an alien!”, to my disapproving grunts, he took that one back, then it was “Holy crap, look at it’s tail, it looks like a seahorse!”… All this while, the hubby was alternating between squeezing my feet, grasping his head, rubbing his eyes, there surely was no lack of emotions going on for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-PzpbRQoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dyc7dJVgDLw/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+7a+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-PzpbRQoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dyc7dJVgDLw/s320/Baby+J+Week+7a+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260081007248360066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-P07Hy2mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ul6BRtWcEjY/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+7b+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-P07Hy2mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ul6BRtWcEjY/s320/Baby+J+Week+7b+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260081029178382946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-P1ab35ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pQaDnovF-dk/s1600-h/Baby+J+Week+7c+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-P1ab35ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pQaDnovF-dk/s320/Baby+J+Week+7c+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260081037584098706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'fiery' looking globe is the yolk sac... Hubby has a point, it kind of looks like a baby dragon spitting blobs of flame :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the little heartbeat for the first time was a surreal feeling for sure, a healthy 154 bpm, it validates the nausea, headaches, elevated heartbeats, frequent got-to-go’s, bloating and the list goes on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the visit was pretty much routine met with my Obstetrician and went over the vital signs and the last stop was the lab to drop off some blood. By this time, the hubby was more than ready to go. Men, they are all cranky when tired :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 10, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally broke down and told the parents. I was so afraid his mother was going to have coronary failure, she was in her own little piece of heaven. This will be her very first grandchild from her only child so I can imagine her relief and excitement as she probably didn’t think her son would ever get married, much less have an offspring :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief, we no longer have to make a conscious effort to not let it slip that Mr. Stork will be paying us a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J needs to read a book on pregnancy! I don’t think he is sympathetic enough just because he can’t relate to the changes I am going through. He’s a food police, always forcing me to eat when the mere thought of it is enough to cause heaving reactions. He barks at me if I wear anything close to form fitting since he thinks it’s going to suffocate baby so I walk around in maternity sacks and I’m only 2 months along! Oh well, I guess no one notices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1334825278647836136?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1334825278647836136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1334825278647836136' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1334825278647836136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1334825278647836136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-seahorses-and-prayers.html' title='Of Seahorses and Prayers'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SP-PzpbRQoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dyc7dJVgDLw/s72-c/Baby+J+Week+7a+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-2460542507689666023</id><published>2008-08-30T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:43:05.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hurricane season</title><content type='html'>Life has been a whirlwind. I have not seen my husband for the past month, work keeps me busy 70-80 hours a week, I've pretty much have been a single parent to our little BamBam for the past month, that plus studying for the international qualification exam and keeping up the house, I am surprised that I have yet to pass out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally Labor Day weekend, my husband is home, puppy's happy, almost perfect right? Well it would have been if I am not here in Toronto, Canada, attending a comprehensive 3-day live course of exam preparation classes. On the plus side, I've made new friends and am enjoying their company and exploring the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for Monday when I can finally go home and perhaps spend some cuddle time with my dear hubster... until he told me that he may not be home... they're alerting the Tenn. Guards for a possible mobilisation to Mississippi for the hurricane relief efforts, if God forbid, it turns out horrendous on Monday when the storm is expected to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am putting my hands together and lifting my prayers that no more lives will be lost in this raging storm and that Mr. J can be home for a while. We miss each other and I can't wait till our little family is complete once again... even if it's just for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-2460542507689666023?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2460542507689666023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=2460542507689666023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2460542507689666023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/2460542507689666023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricane-season.html' title='Hurricane season'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6477763144126760030</id><published>2008-08-08T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:48:07.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Eights are GREAT!</title><content type='html'>08.08.2008 has started out in the best possible way ever imaginable. It truly will be a day seared in our heart's memory regardless of where and when in the future we look back. We are so overjoyed and lift everything up to the Lord, that He blesses us with what He sees fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, been busy busy busy and the Hubby has been swamped with gathering equipment and supplies as well as coordinating his troop's deployment for a 3 week training camp in the boon docks of Missourri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather worried as the weather is scorching as well as humid and hope that they are not over-exerted in the field and are overcome with heat exhaustion. He leaves tomorrow at 0400. It shall be a very quiet 3 weeks ahead. Probably for the best since I DO need to start cracking on the IQEX exam anyways if I am going to be half way prepared for the classes in Toronto at the end of the month! Oh well, the little girl and I will man the fort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6477763144126760030?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6477763144126760030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6477763144126760030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6477763144126760030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6477763144126760030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/08/eights-are-great.html' title='Eights are GREAT!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5399245827164489322</id><published>2008-07-08T21:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:03.135-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>The joy that only a puppy can bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed, I never truly realized how much responsibility it took to welcome a puppy into the family! We've always had dogs growing up but we never really had to do anything with it, our parents always took care of everything. So when Mr. J repeated the prep talk for the umpteenth I thought he was exaggerating. By Day 2, I had to take a nap in the afternoon, thank goodness it was the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpDkKxa3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/mJlBRNIvS9o/s1600-h/DSCN2907+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpDkKxa3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/mJlBRNIvS9o/s320/DSCN2907+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843009254452082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First hour home, so timid and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpEOfToKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JANbP08UBj4/s1600-h/DSCN2911+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpEOfToKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JANbP08UBj4/s320/DSCN2911+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843020614869154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy comforting the little bug on her first night sleeping in the crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpELz0s4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/JuEuOUiiiBw/s1600-h/DSCN2924+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpELz0s4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/JuEuOUiiiBw/s320/DSCN2924+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843019895616386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, it was my duty to take her potty at 5.30am and she refused to get into her crate and her Daddy who previously insisted that no dog was getting in our bed, plopped her on a towel in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpEosLkqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Z7lXkUIM_24/s1600-h/DSCN2928+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpEosLkqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Z7lXkUIM_24/s320/DSCN2928+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843027648189090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn... it's so tiring being a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpE3t4WuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/b7blWLX7-lQ/s1600-h/DSCN2920+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpE3t4WuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/b7blWLX7-lQ/s320/DSCN2920+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843031681850082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon nap after a full morning of exploring her new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqfny57wI/AAAAAAAAAec/y-w_fKb_O5c/s1600-h/DSCN0453+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqfny57wI/AAAAAAAAAec/y-w_fKb_O5c/s320/DSCN0453+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220844590776053506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving around with Grandma during her visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQwyvQeu-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/0A2a0R8Oz2o/s1600-h/DSCN0434+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQwyvQeu-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/0A2a0R8Oz2o/s320/DSCN0434+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851516266429410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqfyg_w0I/AAAAAAAAAek/wUD9KOk0peM/s1600-h/DSCN2936+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqfyg_w0I/AAAAAAAAAek/wUD9KOk0peM/s320/DSCN2936+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220844593653728066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pretty dress Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqgFl5yzI/AAAAAAAAAes/3dgA4TV_YBg/s1600-h/DSCN0459+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqgFl5yzI/AAAAAAAAAes/3dgA4TV_YBg/s320/DSCN0459+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220844598774582066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go for a walk with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, our little bug is finally happy with sleeping in her crate and only wakes up once at about 5.30 am to go potty. I’ve not seen her for 2 weeks as I have been out of town for work but Mr. J tells me how smart and quick she is to learn things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqgApS53I/AAAAAAAAAe0/yF6aRyJY8vU/s1600-h/Bama+07062008+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQqgApS53I/AAAAAAAAAe0/yF6aRyJY8vU/s320/Bama+07062008+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220844597446633330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken yesterday, my how she's grown, I'm counting down the days before I get to hold her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister K, noted that I've been so quiet with posts, now you know what we've been busy with! We had an enjoyable 4th of July with the family at a mountain top cabin, it was great to regroup and re-energize, I will have some pics to post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your 4th of July?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5399245827164489322?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5399245827164489322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5399245827164489322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5399245827164489322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5399245827164489322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SHQpDkKxa3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/mJlBRNIvS9o/s72-c/DSCN2907+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-531800937300948282</id><published>2008-05-26T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:03.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2008</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day it was! As we remember our fallen heroes and also those men and women of the uniform who continuously sacrifice so that we may live in peace and prosperity. Thank you, we are forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J and I took a short trip to Annapolis, Maryland to visit with a family who I can only describe as being my very own angel placed here on earth by Him to pick me up during my darkest days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Nashville yesterday and decided to take it easy and enjoy each other's company doing the things we love. It was off for a drive in the countryside, the weather was perfect, sunny and cool, calves and foals with their mothers grazing in the fields, foliage just so lush and green, the wondorously sweet smell jasmine lingering in the air, all little reminders oncoming summer season. It was a perfect day and just when we thought nothing could get better, we dropped by to see our little girl for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove to the maginificent farmhouse she was born in, the anticipation was almost unbearable, Mr. J could only chuckle at my delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3fNM-_-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/vUR19OiT3uA/s1600-h/DSCN2900+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3fNM-_-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/vUR19OiT3uA/s320/DSCN2900+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885172360511458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the little bundle wrapped in a pink blankie was placed in my arms, it was absolute love at first sight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3fdM-__I/AAAAAAAAAdk/vMK3iQf7LwU/s1600-h/DSCN2902+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3fdM-__I/AAAAAAAAAdk/vMK3iQf7LwU/s320/DSCN2902+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885176655478770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was simply perfect, our little rosebud... how fitting it is that Rose is her middle name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get to bring her home on June 13th when she's 7 weeks old and we simply cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off shopping for patio furniture and we finally found the perfect set! What better to celebrate a wonderful day than a homecooked meal prepared by none other than my dear husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3ftM_AAI/AAAAAAAAAds/DDCgDQYkmec/s1600-h/DSCN2904+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3ftM_AAI/AAAAAAAAAds/DDCgDQYkmec/s320/DSCN2904+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885180950446082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled pork with a grilled pineapple salsa, shrimp skewers and grilled corn. Everything was scrumptuos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiigh, and then the work week begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-531800937300948282?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/531800937300948282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=531800937300948282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/531800937300948282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/531800937300948282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-2008.html' title='Memorial Day 2008'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDt3fNM-_-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/vUR19OiT3uA/s72-c/DSCN2900+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-555745773639976535</id><published>2008-05-22T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:03.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our hearts go out to you.</title><content type='html'>Heartbreaking news today of Steven Curtis Chapman's daughter's death. He has touched many lives through his music and ministry, it is our turn to lift him and his family up and send them out love and prayer. Through the tears and heartache, find peace in knowing that Cinderella** is on the lap of her Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(** Curtis Chapman's recent release, Cinderella, was written in part for Maria. He spoke to Bethany Christian Services about the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was inspired by my two youngest girls. One night I was giving them a bath and trying to get them in bed. I was hurrying and became frustrated. After I got the girls in bed, God convicted me not to miss these moments because kids grow up so quickly. The song is called 'Cinderella.')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman's daughter killed by car in driveway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By KATE HOWARD and LINDA ZETTLER • Staff Writers • May 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman’s youngest child died Wednesday evening after being struck by a car driven by her teenage brother in the driveway of the family’s Williamson County home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, one of the Christian singer’s six children, was taken by LifeFlight to Vanderbilt Hospital, which confirmed the death, according to Laura McPherson, a spokeswoman for the Tennessee Highway Patrol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDWEKtM-_9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CZv2Opdez3k/s1600-h/Steven+Curtis+%26+Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDWEKtM-_9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CZv2Opdez3k/s320/Steven+Curtis+%26+Maria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203210263964090322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5-year-old was hit by an SUV driven by her teenage brother, she said. Police did not give the driver’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teen was driving a Toyota Land Cruiser down the driveway of the rural home at about 5:30 p.m. and several children were playing in the area, McPherson said. He did not see Maria in the driveway before the vehicle struck her, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It appears to be a terrible accident,’’ McPherson said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No charges are expected, she said. The accident was witnessed by two other children; the entire family was home at the time, McPherson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer/songwriter Chapman, who recently was inducted into Music City Walk of Fame, is one of contemporary Christian music’s most recognizable and most awarded names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his wife Mary Beth have long been supporters of international adoption, having brought three girls from China into their family. Maria was the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;The couple is so active in the cause that they formed an organization, Shaohannah’s Hope, to aid families wanting to adopt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his latest music tour, which came through Nashville in November, Chapman started a campaign called “Change for Orphans”. He asked audience members at each stop to bring spare change to the concert, where it was counted and given to a local family to aid in their adoption process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know of anybody who loves his children more than he does and is so committed to the adoption concept, and to lose one, no matter what the circumstances, is heartbreaking beyond all comprehension,” said John Styll, president of the Nashville-based Gospel Music Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He talks about his kids all the time. That’s his life. His kids are more important to him than music, that’s for sure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy was announced during Wednesday-night services at Harpeth Hills Church of Christ, which the family attends. Maria had just graduated from the church preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And word spread throughout the tight-knit Christian music community on Wednesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styll got the news not long after Maria’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m confident I can speak for everyone in the community to say we will do everything we can to support this family, as we would do at any time, but especially at a time like this,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Chapman family was at Vanderbilt children’s hospital after the accident and could not be contacted. The long, gravel driveway leading to the home west of Franklin was blocked off by Williamson County sheriff’s deputies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080521/TUNEIN/80521174/1005/ENTERTAINMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-555745773639976535?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/555745773639976535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=555745773639976535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/555745773639976535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/555745773639976535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-hearts-go-out-to-you.html' title='Our hearts go out to you.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SDWEKtM-_9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CZv2Opdez3k/s72-c/Steven+Curtis+%26+Maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7008659420946747539</id><published>2008-05-16T23:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:04.018-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>More often than not, I find the greatest pleasure in the littlest things... and what wonderful time of the year to enjoy some of Mother Nature's simple pleasures. It's hard not to like Spring with the icy fingers of frost melting away, emerald buds emerging from their artic slumber, blooms of all different shades lending magnificent color to the canvas of our daily lives... so much enthusiasm, so much promise. I love this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a good one by far, we had to spend evenings together, be it watching Law &amp; Order on the couch [yes, we have gotten hooked on the marathons they've been running and since we never had time to watch tv, most of these episodes were new to us] or even like last night, just laying together on the couch downstairs with nary a sound but us talking about everything and anything under the sun and we wound up to the topic of children and out of the blue Mr. J proclaims that if we were to be blessed with a son, his name will be Ghosamer. YES, my reaction exactly!!!! What the heck does that EVEN mean??? In what language???? It turns out that he was pulling my leg cos he loves seeing me freak out... he wants to play this by his parents... so the only thing left is I need to be able to keep a straight face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice way to end the week, another cozy night in with dinner prepared by yours truly, crabcakes with salad topped with gourmand walnut cheese, black grapes and macademias with a touch of balsamic vinegrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SC5aN8W6oHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WY5zQJbx0HY/s1600-h/DSCN2819+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SC5aN8W6oHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WY5zQJbx0HY/s320/DSCN2819+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201193815246545010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, and I struck purple gold! I found Ribena here in Nashville! All the way from Malaysia. Retailing at $7.99, it was definitely more expensive but hey, anything that brings you down memory lane is worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7008659420946747539?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7008659420946747539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7008659420946747539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7008659420946747539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7008659420946747539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SC5aN8W6oHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WY5zQJbx0HY/s72-c/DSCN2819+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1872403499533718497</id><published>2008-05-12T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:05.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of travel and pleasure</title><content type='html'>The perks of being an audit-or [well I guess one can argue the'perk' value] is that I get to travel extensively, it is when I landed here in the US of A that I discovered the joys of driving. Not intercity traffice jams but rather, the long distance haul. For me, it is actually very relaxing, I pick out a sporty car, visit the library and check out several audio books, pack my bags and I'm ready to hit the road. I love the different terrains, the feel of the road and of course, anticipation of getting to my destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems almost peaceful, I'm usually completely immersed in my 'book', occasionally, there'll be a loud honk from the truckers, the first few times that happened to me, I'd freak out and pull over off the next exit to make sure my trunk or gas tank flap wasn't open or my tyres weren't flat, it was only later that I realized that it has to be pretty amusing for a 'little' Asian chick to be driving around in a Mustang, I get the same reaction when I drive Mr. J's huge truck. I have learnt to smile and wave these days :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week brought me to Atlanta, it was a short stay but I had the opportunity to stock up on our Asian groceries. I made a pitstop at the Buford Highway Farmer's Market, we get decent Asian groceries here in Nashville but it's usually hit or miss. So with Mr. J's dwindling supply of Indo Mi Goreng, it was time to stock up. I do notice more and more Malaysian products being brought in at this store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqksW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/kORMnm1oRBw/s1600-h/DSCN2803+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqksW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/kORMnm1oRBw/s320/DSCN2803+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199522948414349250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never tried this 'kau' (strong/thick) version. It's probably more 'herby' but since my dear husband does not partake in this dish, I rarely make this so it was a pass for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlMW6n9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/YNh0TboFZO4/s1600-h/DSCN2804+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlMW6n9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/YNh0TboFZO4/s320/DSCN2804+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199522957004283858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old town coffee mix, belachan and shrimp paste. Had to stock up on shrimp paste as I have been craving my Penang Rojak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlcW6n-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2WHqthlHt6A/s1600-h/DSCN2805+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlcW6n-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2WHqthlHt6A/s320/DSCN2805+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199522961299251170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Chilli Sauce!!!! Finally, I had to un-train myself to eat French Fries with ketchup instead of chilli sauce :) I remember when we were in Paris, I made my hubby ask them if they have chilli sauce, he looked at me like I were crazy [or jakun] but asked anyways. Ah, love makes one lose all semblences of rationality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shopping, it was off to Penang Restaurant. It's not the bestest Malaysian food but beggars can't really be choosers! The staff is kind of stuck up in my opinion, which really drives me mad cos I spend at least $50 by myself when I am there as I like a smorgasboard :) Or just plain deprived and greedy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlcW6n_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/RrktbuZT6-A/s1600-h/DSCN2806+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlcW6n_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/RrktbuZT6-A/s320/DSCN2806+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199522961299251186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang Rojak, just alright, notice no peanuts in the sauce or shrimp crackers :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlsW6oAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zhWUK3_0Vmo/s1600-h/DSCN2807+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqlsW6oAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zhWUK3_0Vmo/s320/DSCN2807+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199522965594218498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti Telur, again, just okay, quite rubbery and curry is bland with too much coconut milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtPMW6oBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_NOY2AcflHA/s1600-h/DSCN2808+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtPMW6oBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_NOY2AcflHA/s320/DSCN2808+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525877582045202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be "Ikan Panggang" but when served, it was some tilapia deep fried with a belachan sambal. The fish was overfried, maybe to mask the un-freshness and the sauce was black and tasted burnt. This cost $25, definitely not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtP8W6oCI/AAAAAAAAAck/NgdWWfZwKDY/s1600-h/DSCN2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtP8W6oCI/AAAAAAAAAck/NgdWWfZwKDY/s320/DSCN2812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525890466947106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after disappointing dinner, it was finally time to check in to the hotel du jour, the Mar-riott Marquis in downtown Atlanta, I LOVE the king sized bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtP8W6oDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iDvPunrSYvA/s1600-h/DSCN2813+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtP8W6oDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iDvPunrSYvA/s320/DSCN2813+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525890466947122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep with the skyline from the 45th floor was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtQMW6oEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QLChfS6sbGY/s1600-h/DSCN2818+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtQMW6oEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QLChfS6sbGY/s320/DSCN2818+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525894761914434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like yummy truffles for a nightcap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtQMW6oFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/via7zB2cbPI/s1600-h/DSCN2816+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChtQMW6oFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/via7zB2cbPI/s320/DSCN2816+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525894761914450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a unspoken rule in our household, whenever my husband goes off on his business trips, he buys me a present and when I go on my business trips, I buy me a present :) Hee hee. In the spring spirit and the upcoming arrival of our little girl, I have been on a pink crazy, hence it was time to change out my black wallet to a pretty pink one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChuVMW6oGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SrLkGgJ-GFk/s1600-h/DSCN2817+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChuVMW6oGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SrLkGgJ-GFk/s320/DSCN2817+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199527080172888162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, I love the smell of leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was last week, what have you been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1872403499533718497?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1872403499533718497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1872403499533718497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1872403499533718497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1872403499533718497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-travel-and-pleasure.html' title='Of travel and pleasure'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SChqksW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/kORMnm1oRBw/s72-c/DSCN2803+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-298398533469330440</id><published>2008-05-11T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:05.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>To my mother, thank you for all you have done and continue to do for me, for us.Your kindness, selflessness, sacrifice and love is unsurpassable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SCdUGcW6n7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vZJQ0Z6nmNc/s1600-h/DSC_1392+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SCdUGcW6n7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vZJQ0Z6nmNc/s320/DSC_1392+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199216764490784690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, we love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all women who have cared for and loved a child, biological or otherwise. You make a difference in our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-298398533469330440?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/298398533469330440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=298398533469330440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/298398533469330440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/298398533469330440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SCdUGcW6n7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vZJQ0Z6nmNc/s72-c/DSC_1392+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4730221609214502238</id><published>2008-05-02T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:06.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bama'/><title type='text'>Announcing the arrival of our little one.</title><content type='html'>The J household has been all abuzz with excitement this week, Mr. J and I have been seriously discussing getting a baby, considering all the newfound responsibilities and commitment whilst juggling travel and long hours, we finally feel we’re ready. I knew exactly in my mind what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of research and looking, we finally found her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing little Ms. Bama J*****n. (She's the one on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBsy0NxQ8vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ve-gOmq7fU8/s1600-h/Bama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBsy0NxQ8vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ve-gOmq7fU8/s320/Bama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195802467732878066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born: April 25th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Color: Apricot&lt;br /&gt;Breed: Miniature Poodle (AKC Certified) &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 1 lb, 2 oz&lt;br /&gt;Length: Palm sized&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness: Unsurpassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me tell you though, it was a great big struggle to get Mr. J to agree on a poodle as he thinks they're 'sissy' dogs, especially since I insisted we get a girl. In any case, Mr. J had to have one say in the matter, her naming, he insists we name her Bama after his alumni, the University of Alabama. He initially wanted to name our future daughter this if we had one! So guess better the dog than a little girl :) I haven't decided on her middle name yet (so that I can use her naughty name when she's being bad)... I'm considering 2 right now, Bama-Nicole or Bama-Rose.... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a little biased because we had a mini poodle in Malaysia named Katie, she passed away before I came here due to tickcide poisoning, it broke my heart because even as she lay dying, she'd drag herself to me so that I can love on her... such is a dog's love, so innocent and trusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited and nervous of course because this is a big responsibility, no longer can I wake up 15 minutes before I have to leave as she'll need to be walked and come home during lunch to let her out and give her baths and groom her... ooh speaking of grooming, I found out that her anal glands will need to be expressed! I'm gagging thinking of this but hopefully I'll get through it like a champ! Mr. J is chuckling because he's offered to assume 60% of the responsibilities with EXCEPTION of the anal expression :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't seen her in person as she's still only 6 days old and just had her tail docked and dew claws removed so hopefully in 2 weeks when her furry mummy is okay with people visiting, we'll go see our little baby! We will take possession of her when she's 8 weeks old. I cannot even begin to express how excited I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend is baby-shopping, we need to get her a crate, food, grooming items, vitamins, pink glitter t-shirt (don't tell Mr. J that though as I had to promise not to put clothes on her, my fingers were crossed of course!). Her Daddy's going to take her to doggie school so that she'll learn to be obedient and understand signs, poodles are intelligent [ranked 2nd smartest breed after border collies] and I am sure she'll be valedictorian of her class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting (and challenging) times ahead in our household but it'll all be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4730221609214502238?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4730221609214502238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4730221609214502238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4730221609214502238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4730221609214502238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/05/announcing-arrival-of-our-little-one.html' title='Announcing the arrival of our little one.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBsy0NxQ8vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ve-gOmq7fU8/s72-c/Bama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5811567156560495745</id><published>2008-04-27T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:07.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Weekend Projects</title><content type='html'>There is something about being deprived of warmth and sunshine over an extended period of time which makes one spring into a buzz of activity. We worked on the yard and put in a little vegetable garden in the backyard. After tilling the soil and weeding our little designated patch, I was very glad that we didn't do this for a living! Dear hubby is sitting on the couch with a heating pad on his back right now and I feel like I've been put through a washing machine! In any case, I think when we see the flowers blooming and eat the produce from the garden, it would be all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4GtxQ8lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8tEsDfPpiPU/s1600-h/DSCN2783+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4GtxQ8lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8tEsDfPpiPU/s320/DSCN2783+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119433258332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J started out early, mowing the lawn and prepping the area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4GtxQ8mI/AAAAAAAAAac/tmI_fBm0Jzs/s1600-h/DSCN2790+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4GtxQ8mI/AAAAAAAAAac/tmI_fBm0Jzs/s320/DSCN2790+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119433258332770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little vegetable garden, we've put in cherry and regular tomatoes, chilli peppers, yellow string beans, sugar snap peas, carrots, yellow squash, chives, lavender and green onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4G9xQ8nI/AAAAAAAAAak/IAtHew6bPdY/s1600-h/DSCN2792+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4G9xQ8nI/AAAAAAAAAak/IAtHew6bPdY/s320/DSCN2792+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119437553300082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J planted various bulbs etc so hopefully we'll see blooms in the summer or maybe next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with my guy working hard outside, I slipped in to put a pot roast together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4G9xQ8oI/AAAAAAAAAas/XS9IpOuvbKY/s1600-h/DSCN2787+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4G9xQ8oI/AAAAAAAAAas/XS9IpOuvbKY/s320/DSCN2787+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119437553300098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sear a good chunk of pot roast beef. Place in slow cooker, add beef broth. Season with onion powder, garlic powder, oregano, basil, bay leaf and Lea &amp; Perrins sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4HNxQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TfO-4QOlNn4/s1600-h/DSCN2788+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4HNxQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TfO-4QOlNn4/s320/DSCN2788+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119441848267410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer with sliced onions, carrots, potatoes and sliced mushrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9CNxQ8qI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q3PfpWWqFrQ/s1600-h/DSCN2793+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9CNxQ8qI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q3PfpWWqFrQ/s320/DSCN2793+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194124853507060386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours later, served with toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy has his meat and potatoes, what's a girl got to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9CdxQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wkhLT8h16s0/s1600-h/DSCN2794+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9CdxQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wkhLT8h16s0/s320/DSCN2794+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194124857802027698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi with unagi, crabstick, cucumber, avacado and egg. 3 slices not because I'm on diet but because I couldn't stop eating when I was rolling them. Mr. J insisted that I eat dinner with him so 3 slices it was :) Mr. J laughed when he saw my plate, he was like, all day cooking and this is what you made???? Ahem, look for results in the next pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9DdxQ8sI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oLRDayw2ttE/s1600-h/DSCN2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9DdxQ8sI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oLRDayw2ttE/s320/DSCN2795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194124874981896898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually stock up on weekday meals since I have LeanCuisine for lunch with fruit or carrots, I like to have a hot meal when I come home that's not instant. I made Ikan Bilis Sambal and Beef Rendang, can't wait for a Nasi Lemak night! And Ikan Bilis Sambal is excellent with fried rice/noodles, sayur lodeh or can even be made into Sambal Telur... oooh, the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from last weekend, I made shortcut curry laksa, I used chicken stock with my mother's laksa paste that I had in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9DtxQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ixMgW70rsb8/s1600-h/DSCN2781+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9DtxQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ixMgW70rsb8/s320/DSCN2781+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194124879276864210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breast seasoned with salt, garlic and ginger ready to be steamed in the microwave. Once cooled, shred for topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9D9xQ8uI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QOh52bMfAJY/s1600-h/DSCN2782+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU9D9xQ8uI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QOh52bMfAJY/s320/DSCN2782+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194124883571831522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladle broth over rice vermicelli, yellow noodles and bean sprouts. Top with shredded chicken, mint leaves and sambal. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5811567156560495745?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5811567156560495745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5811567156560495745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5811567156560495745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5811567156560495745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-projects.html' title='Weekend Projects'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SBU4GtxQ8lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8tEsDfPpiPU/s72-c/DSCN2783+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5745947601954255208</id><published>2008-04-23T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:07.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Dog Tales</title><content type='html'>How fitting for my dear mother in law to share this with me, especially since our dear furry friend has been the star of my weekend. I drove home from work on Saturday afternoon and came across a little black and white dog looking very lost and terrified in the suburb we live in and of course worrying about her getting run over, I stopped the car and called out to her and her little heart must have lept for joy as she bounded over and got into the backseat! Of course, what's a girl going to do but give her shelter and try to find her Mommy/Daddy. I call Mr. J at work and he only laughs and shakes his head as according to him, I have a tendency of picking up strays because I have to 'mother' everything that seems sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as usual, with any task at hand, I got organised, took her picture and started printing posters. All this while, the little dog sat in the garage as it was still pretty cool and she didn't bark one little bit, she just trusted that I'd take care of her and waited patiently by the door. So a couple of hours later, we were all set and started our mission, loaded her in the backseat with the windows down [I learned quickly that she loved the wind in her face] and stuck posters all over the neighborhood whilst spreading the word around if anyone knew her owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a insurmountable tasks at first because she could have come from any one of the 3 suburbs closeby and no one I talked to seemed to know where she's from but I never gave up because I didn't know what I'd do with her during the work week when we were away for so many hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was towards the end of the day and what felt like 30 miles of driving around, one of the couples strolling with their baby calls out to me and tells me they found her Daddy! Anyways, it was a tearful reunion, Katie [her name, I found out later] had wandered too far from home and lost her tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SA-iSdxQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UFJaxsOFhoc/s1600-h/DSCN2778+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SA-iSdxQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UFJaxsOFhoc/s320/DSCN2778+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192547333494075970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the little girl, waiting patiently for me to get her home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a long day but definitely worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without much ado, this story my MIL shared with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish&lt;br /&gt;Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their&lt;br /&gt;little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for&lt;br /&gt;a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we&lt;br /&gt;couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia&lt;br /&gt;procedure for the old dog in their home.&lt;br /&gt;As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good&lt;br /&gt;for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane&lt;br /&gt;might learn something from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family&lt;br /&gt;surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Belker slipped peacefully away.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty&lt;br /&gt;or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering&lt;br /&gt;aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.&lt;br /&gt;Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'&lt;br /&gt;Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life --&lt;br /&gt;like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The six-year-old&lt;br /&gt;continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to&lt;br /&gt;stay as long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5745947601954255208?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5745947601954255208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5745947601954255208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5745947601954255208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5745947601954255208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/dog-tales.html' title='Dog Tales'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/SA-iSdxQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UFJaxsOFhoc/s72-c/DSCN2778+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3777587469994017021</id><published>2008-04-14T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:12:40.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Amor Vincit Omnia</title><content type='html'>Carissimo mihi, we would have celebrated your 38th birthday today. I wonder if they celebrate birthdays in heaven??? If they do, I hope that yours is a luscious Boston crème with oodles of delightfully cold, creamy filling slathered with warm chocolate ganache just as you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occurred to me that we have never been on the same continent; much less celebrated our birthdays with each other in the 8 years we had been together. That saddens me as I would never know what it would have been like… however, I realize that every single day that you have loved me, was a celebration in itself. It was you who showed me through your actions, what love truly is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness and compassion knows no boundaries, for some reason, my thoughts flashed back to the time we went to the auto mechanic to get the windows in the ’39 Chevy fixed and we met one of the mechanics there who barely spoke English but whose foot was clearly troubling him. I remember how my heart filled with pride seeing you dressed in your suit with his dirty foot on your knee and tenderly, you cleaned out the pus, medicated his wounds and bandaged it for him. He offered to fix the window for free but you would have none of it, seeing his little ones running peeking out of the office. It didn’t matter that we didn’t really have much then, but your words ring true till this day, better us to do without for a while than babies who wouldn’t understand if they didn’t get their next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the life lessons I learnt from you during your life hear on earth, it wasn’t until you went to be with the Lord that I learnt harsh lessons of the real world. I finally realized how sheltered and innocent/naïve I was and to a large extent, I was very childish. You had enabled this behavior by doting on me to the extent I never did anything wrong in your eyes and I sure took full advantage of it! But everything changed in a split second, it seemed like I was stuck in a nightmare I could not wake up from. Hysteria wouldn’t even begin to describe how I felt, I was heartbroken, I was petrified, I was in denial, I kept praying to God to take me in your place! You were the better half of us, so much to contribute to humanity and I was just… me. I did not and still do not understand why things turned out the way they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little while, I was even mad at you, why is it that you get to choose who lived between us both, why would you not let me go? Did you not hear my screams? Did you not feel my shoves? Why didn’t you go to safety? I still remember feeling you slip away from my arms, I grabbed on to your shirt but Mother Nature pried us apart, I never thought that I’d never see you again. It still sickens me to think about the “what if”s or the “if only”s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder if you’ll remember me when you see me again? Do you hear me when I talk to you? Do angels have the ability to see into one’s heart and mind? I don’t know but if we ever meet again, I am sure we will have a lot of catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces were extremely difficult, it drove me crazy living in the little cottage, I kept expecting you to storm through the door exclaiming “Honeybee! I’m home!” and reaching out to me with a kiss and a hug and smugly ask what’s for dinner! :) It was also a confusing time because I had to learn the hard way who truly cared for me and who had ulterior motives. Beth, Rob, Josh, Nick, Nate, James… I don’t know how I would have gotten through without them! You were right about John and your brother though. Then, it was how unfair it felt that the world went on as usual when mine was non-existent. Or how people at work gossip or be mean or spiteful or make me feel that I didn’t belong… You must know how hard that is for me as I take great pride in what I do and being the person I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all that pain and destruction, I was constantly reminded by your constant words of encouragement, how I’m your ‘strong girl’ and persevered. Once again, you were right, the rainbow did emerge from the darkness of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought my heart would heal or even love again but it did. People made me feel guilty for this, make me feel like I didn’t love you enough or betrayed you. But you know my heart, words can’t express how I feel but as you always say, I have to live for myself and how I feel about myself instead of what others think of me. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like you in so many ways except a little more rough around the edges. He’s intelligent, hardworking, caring, unselfish, kind and makes me laugh all the time. He has a lot of respect and love for you. You picture and flag is displayed proudly in our home and we share your heroism and story with anyone who would listen. It is when I finally understood that he accepts you with me that I knew for certain that this man truly loves me. Sometimes I wonder how is it that I am twice-blessed but I think I know better than to question what God gives to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on your 38th birthday, I wanted to put in writing my memories and thoughts of you. Thank you so much for all that you are and have given me, though we walked this earth side by side in the past, I can feel you watching over me for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor Vincit Omnia… love conquers all indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3777587469994017021?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3777587469994017021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3777587469994017021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3777587469994017021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3777587469994017021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/amor-vincit-omnia.html' title='Amor Vincit Omnia'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1599420403571712076</id><published>2008-04-10T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:10:24.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Vegetable lentil curry</title><content type='html'>This recipe is specially for my fellow blogger friend Farina who requested that I share from one of my previous post. Super easy and fast especially if you have a pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indgredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group A&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup lentils [yellow], soaked overnight&lt;br /&gt;10 pips garlic sliced&lt;br /&gt;3 shallots sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp tumeric&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon chilli powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon oil&lt;br /&gt;5 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group B&lt;br /&gt;5 dried chillies&lt;br /&gt;curry leaves, torn&lt;br /&gt;1 red onion sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp mustard seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group C&lt;br /&gt;Any vegetable you like, I used;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;White carrot, dry fried in a wok without oil&lt;br /&gt;Green beans&lt;br /&gt;Okra&lt;br /&gt;Tomato&lt;br /&gt;Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Place Group A in a pressure cooker and boil for 20 minutes, add carrots and continue to boil for 10 minutes, lentils should be totally disintegrated by now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat wok with some oil, add mustard seeds. Wait till it starts popping, add onions, fry till translucent. Add curry leaves, saute till brown and almost crispy, dump into lentil mixture.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add white carrot, green beans, eggplant, okra and tomato. You may time it based on your preference on the tenderness of the veggies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add salt to taste and remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is delicious with spring hoppers, roti canai, basmathi rice, french loaf or even regular bread. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1599420403571712076?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1599420403571712076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1599420403571712076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1599420403571712076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1599420403571712076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/vegetable-lentil-curry.html' title='Vegetable lentil curry'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6565933829905318714</id><published>2008-04-10T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:08.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish tales and all.</title><content type='html'>After a month's absence, hubby is finally home. The house seemed so big and empty without him, I am glad he's home for a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got home this past Friday and during the weekend, he had to work so on Saturday evening, the guys from work asked him over to a fish fry after work, just to have some beers, fried fish and chill with the rest of the guys. Mr. J asked if he could bring his wife along since he hadn't seen her in a month and that is how I became the rose amongst the thorns for the night. 12 men and a lady :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 2nd Lieutenant, Mr J was the most junior officer at the party but I wouldn't have guessed that as once again, we were welcomed with open arms and hearts. The men treated me like a younger sister, teasing and bantering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain A caught the whitetail catfish which I understand is not the regular bottom feeding catfish but rather, swims 10 feet from the waterline and eats little fishes. I had never tried catfish before but this was one of the tastiest fried fish I have EVER tried. The batter was crunchy, well seasoned and not oily, the fish was flaky, juicy and sweet tasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for a wonderful evening, look forward to doing this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f-117QxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kMbqtMv9Kh0/s1600-h/DSCN2766+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f-117QxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kMbqtMv9Kh0/s320/DSCN2766+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830091475534610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef for the day whipping up his masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f-117QyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Rgkva5iDWd8/s1600-h/DSCN2765+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f-117QyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Rgkva5iDWd8/s320/DSCN2765+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830091475534626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking up a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_F17QzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cj35wwkkuHw/s1600-h/DSCN2763+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_F17QzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cj35wwkkuHw/s320/DSCN2763+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830095770501938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crispy golden goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_F17Q0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TM2L9zi7hvw/s1600-h/DSCN2768+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_F17Q0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TM2L9zi7hvw/s320/DSCN2768+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830095770501954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plate [first of MANY] fixed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_V17Q1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/gVIvkUkndqQ/s1600-h/DSCN2769+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f_V17Q1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/gVIvkUkndqQ/s320/DSCN2769+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187830100065469266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, unrelated post, I came home last night bone tired after another 12-hour day and look at what I found??? Our tub was filled with piping hot water, bath salts added, candles lit... I almost fell asleep, it really helps take the aches and pains away. Thank you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6565933829905318714?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6565933829905318714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6565933829905318714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6565933829905318714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6565933829905318714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/fish-tales-and-all.html' title='Fish tales and all.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_7f-117QxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kMbqtMv9Kh0/s72-c/DSCN2766+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7904998225552756793</id><published>2008-04-03T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:09.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>Dear blog, I promise I have not been intentionally neglecting you, it just seems that busy season has a way of keeping me... ummm... busy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my husband gone for the past month, it is easy to understand how I was swept into a reluctant affair... with work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WZ3wEbMRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PCTzaY1vTIg/s1600-h/DSCN2643+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WZ3wEbMRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PCTzaY1vTIg/s320/DSCN2643+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185219729062310162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I spend more time in the audit room and my co-workers than at home! Almost all meals are taken at this very spot... breakfast du jour, yoghurt with Uncle Sam cereal and almonds. Yes, physical activity is very limited during the first half of the year. It's definitely not my imagination that the bottom feels heavier! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago though, I was determined to spend sometime outside enjoy a little sunshine and relaxation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvAEbMSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qTOG0WNc-QU/s1600-h/DSCN2634+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvAEbMSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qTOG0WNc-QU/s320/DSCN2634+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222877273338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off to the Farmers Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvAEbMTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aZk9j3r_LJA/s1600-h/DSCN2631+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvAEbMTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aZk9j3r_LJA/s320/DSCN2631+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222877273338162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still early spring and the vendors were not out in full force but it felt so good to be out there to soak in the atmosphere and the season's first produce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvQEbMUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RvswosZyYxw/s1600-h/DSCN2633+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvQEbMUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RvswosZyYxw/s320/DSCN2633+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222881568305474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assortment of fresh produce, jams, bacon, honey... all from local farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdlwEbMXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GDOGD9hjOA0/s1600-h/DSCN2632+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdlwEbMXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GDOGD9hjOA0/s320/DSCN2632+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185223817871176050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amish bread. Absolutely yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvgEbMVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PELIJm09O6Y/s1600-h/DSCN2635+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvgEbMVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PELIJm09O6Y/s320/DSCN2635+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222885863272786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn't leave without my own bounty. What's better than vegetable lentil curry when you have all these fresh vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvgEbMWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zKKm7AnLj_U/s1600-h/DSCN2636+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WcvgEbMWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zKKm7AnLj_U/s320/DSCN2636+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222885863272802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paired with dry chicken curry and basmathi rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdlwEbMYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-E6MUOzwuEI/s1600-h/DSCN2637+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdlwEbMYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-E6MUOzwuEI/s320/DSCN2637+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185223817871176066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdmAEbMZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bftQO356IyI/s1600-h/DSCN2641+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WdmAEbMZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bftQO356IyI/s320/DSCN2641+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185223822166143378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, this is what I found from the newly opened World Market, Tim Tams and Dutch waffle cookies!!! Memories of Australia and the Netherlands... perfect to end the day with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the hours till my honey comes home! I never thought that it would affect me so much because I travel all the time but there is something different being alone at our home than it is living out of the suitcase in hotels all over the US! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized with Mr. J gone is that how much I depend on him to take care of things at home, it's so easy to forget that when I do the dishes or laundry or cook because during those times, I feel like I do ALL the work! I wonder if other couples feel the same way? Anyways, Honey, I appreciate how much you contribute to our home and I'm sorry if I don't tell you enough. One more wake up and you're home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7904998225552756793?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7904998225552756793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7904998225552756793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7904998225552756793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7904998225552756793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WZ3wEbMRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PCTzaY1vTIg/s72-c/DSCN2643+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6476718576951681183</id><published>2008-03-18T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:13:18.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>To my Irish friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the road rise to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the wind be always at your back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the sun shine warm upon your face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the rain fall soft upon your fields, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, until we meet again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May God hold you in the palm of his hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6476718576951681183?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6476718576951681183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6476718576951681183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6476718576951681183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6476718576951681183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6774466782071409811</id><published>2008-03-18T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:10.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WgqwEbMaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2ftFyoQirRE/s1600-h/DSCN2642+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WgqwEbMaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2ftFyoQirRE/s320/DSCN2642+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185227202305405346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Were you there when they crucified my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble tremble tremble…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sentences evoke so much emotion in me, my mind reflects on the One who died to set us free, I have never been able to sing along to that hymn without tears streaming down my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was Palm Sunday, for us Catholics, it marks the onset of the very solemn Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to church in time for the start of Mass where palm fronds were blessed with holy water, the priests garbed in red and gold brocaded vestments, the somber congregation filling out all available space. The mood was somber as Palm Sunday commemorates Jesus Christ's triumphant entry into Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his homily on Palm Sunday, Pope Benedict urged the faithful to follow God with the innocence and purity of a child's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To recognize God, we must abandon the pride that dazzles us, that seeks to push us away from God," he said. To find God, he said, "we must learn to see with a young heart, one which isn't blocked by prejudice and dazzled by interests.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we retrain ourselves so that our actions and decisions are not ones of self interest and biasness? I do not recall when and where in my life that I learned all these traits… is it a classic case of nature vs nurture? Or is it a result of graduating from the school of hard knocks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In as much as I ponder, I do not know the answer, what are your thoughts on this? How do we perhaps change one little thing about ourselves so that we may live a little better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6774466782071409811?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6774466782071409811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6774466782071409811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6774466782071409811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6774466782071409811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R_WgqwEbMaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2ftFyoQirRE/s72-c/DSCN2642+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3326923500036983358</id><published>2008-03-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:11.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years ago today</title><content type='html'>A little girl was born, and she grew up to be me! Yes, I am 30 today... I know age is just a number and frankly, I am not one who is touchy about age/weight, I'll tell you the truth if you ask! However, it does amaze me how quickly time has flown. I will do a series of post when things are not too crazy to walk through the highlights of the progression of my life in the past decade, there were a lot of sweet moments/memories and what was hopefully the hardest, most painful experience in my life, EVER. It is important that I remember and hence, I want to spend some time to reflect upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my hubby was going to be out of town for the next month, we had an early birthday dinner. I was pleasantly surprised when we pulled up at Outback Steakhouse. What's so special you say? This was where we had met the for the first time and he even picked out the same exact booth we sat at. It was heartwarming sitting there and reminiscing about how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2CG9qcWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QAKjUFlyk9A/s1600-h/DSCN2612+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2CG9qcWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QAKjUFlyk9A/s320/DSCN2612+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439762728513890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2Cm9qcXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rgRwcc-b2_A/s1600-h/DSCN2613+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2Cm9qcXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rgRwcc-b2_A/s320/DSCN2613+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439771318448498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried mushroom as an appetizer, probably very bad for you [not as bad as the blooming onion though] but really yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2Cm9qcYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/bbNDZ6pSET4/s1600-h/DSCN2614+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2Cm9qcYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/bbNDZ6pSET4/s320/DSCN2614+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439771318448514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Mr. J has his medium rare steak, fries and wilted spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2C29qcZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/z2DgdK2_QU8/s1600-h/DSCN2616+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2C29qcZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/z2DgdK2_QU8/s320/DSCN2616+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439775613415826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a yummy grilled salmon over wild rice, grilled pineapple and baked potato. Absolutely yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2C29qcaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/W9juW0v-qvQ/s1600-h/DSCN2619+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2C29qcaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/W9juW0v-qvQ/s320/DSCN2619+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439775613415842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before digging in, one for the photo album, us 2 years [and 40 lbs] later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved all my birthday cards and opened them this morning, I just LOVE cards and keep each and everyone of them to Mr. J's chagrin! And this year, I received a good bounty, each and every one made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Thank you all, you know who you are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a gift completes every birthday and this year, I finally got what I have been drooling over for months!!! It was on our wedding registry but it was understandable why no one purchased it, if you're familiar with performance cookware, you'll know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n3429qcbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sWf9bPYX90c/s1600-h/DSCN2621+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n3429qcbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sWf9bPYX90c/s320/DSCN2621+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177441802837979570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cards all in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35G9qccI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7A_0AiwJQCg/s1600-h/DSCN2623+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35G9qccI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7A_0AiwJQCg/s320/DSCN2623+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177441807132946882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies, waiting to be unwrapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35W9qcdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zbAUW6orWuM/s1600-h/DSCN2624+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35W9qcdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zbAUW6orWuM/s320/DSCN2624+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177441811427914194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's pretty sad but I love cookware and I can't tell you how excited I was to get this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35m9qceI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_WE-4bOYBqw/s1600-h/DSCN2625+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n35m9qceI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_WE-4bOYBqw/s320/DSCN2625+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177441815722881506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to use my new lovelies and create more memorable meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n3529qcfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zwqOw4t5RbY/s1600-h/DSCN2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n3529qcfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zwqOw4t5RbY/s320/DSCN2627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177441820017848818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, for this chef wannabe, it was cereal and soy milk for dinner as I am trying not to eat too much when I get home as it's usually almost 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my 30th birthday, I wish my husband were home to be with me, that would have made it perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3326923500036983358?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3326923500036983358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3326923500036983358' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3326923500036983358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3326923500036983358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-years-ago-today.html' title='30 years ago today'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R9n2CG9qcWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QAKjUFlyk9A/s72-c/DSCN2612+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7623870236372208600</id><published>2008-03-04T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:12.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend.</title><content type='html'>I know it's almost mid-week but it's been a crazy week so far and this weekend was no different. It's the audit busy season all through May-ish so as usual, we worked on Saturday and a little on Sunday but I managed to get errands in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday after work, it was to the following places;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy to get some summer gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kU9nhpbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nDnsjFLzvXs/s1600-h/DSCN2592+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kU9nhpbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nDnsjFLzvXs/s320/DSCN2592+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174112964451607986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linens &amp; Things for spring bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVNnhpcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tczFWRkuibI/s1600-h/DSCN2593+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVNnhpcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tczFWRkuibI/s320/DSCN2593+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174112968746575298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Oats for our weekly groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVNnhpdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EbXibkCtBIo/s1600-h/DSCN2594+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVNnhpdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EbXibkCtBIo/s320/DSCN2594+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174112968746575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target just because :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVdnhpeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/38rOfjNRDzc/s1600-h/DSCN2595+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVdnhpeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/38rOfjNRDzc/s320/DSCN2595+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174112973041542626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, it was 10pm, so it was straight to bed for mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday after church, I had a Nasi Lemak craving so as soon as I got home, what else but to slave over the stove to satisfy that craving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu was Tamarind Prawns, Ikan Bilis Sambal, Nasi Lemak [Coconut Rice], fried ikan bilis, hard boiled egg and cucumber slices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan Bilis [Anchovy] Sambal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 shallots&lt;br /&gt;20 dried chillies [soaked in hot water]&lt;br /&gt;2 stalks lemon grass&lt;br /&gt;3 slices ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 inch fresh tumeric&lt;br /&gt;1 inch shrimp paste&lt;br /&gt;Handful dried anchovies, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;2 red onions, sliced into rings&lt;br /&gt;Golf ball sized tamarind paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blend first 6 indgredients to fine paste.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat 2 tbsp oil, fry anchovies till crispy. Set aside on paper towel to drain.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add blended indgredients and cook till oil separates.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add tamarind water to taste. Bring to boil. Let simmer for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add salt &amp; sugar to taste. Add fried anchovies. &lt;br /&gt;6. Add onions and cook to desired done-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVtnhpfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ARC3k-KCxDw/s1600-h/DSCN2596+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kVtnhpfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ARC3k-KCxDw/s320/DSCN2596+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174112977336509938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0NnhpgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GJ5TOR0rCNU/s1600-h/DSCN2597+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0NnhpgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GJ5TOR0rCNU/s320/DSCN2597+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174113501322520066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Lemak [Coconut Rice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of coconut/liquid should be the same amount as you use normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup jasmine rice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp fenugreek [halba]&lt;br /&gt;4 shallots sliced&lt;br /&gt;6 slices ginger&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;Coconut cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamarind Prawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was made on guestimation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used 1 lbs of cleaned shrimp, stirred with golf ball sized tamarind paste, sugar and fish sauce. Do this while the pan is heating up, add 2 tbsp oil. As soon as the pan is hot, dump shrimp and stir fry till cooked, this should take like 5 minutes. Simply yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0dnhphI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zTSpEKGuTlU/s1600-h/DSCN2598+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0dnhphI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zTSpEKGuTlU/s320/DSCN2598+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174113505617487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course for my husband, Pecan crusted chicken with bourbon sauce and a simple salad with strawberries and macadamia nuts drizzled with balsamic vinegar dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecan crusted Chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken breast [marinade with salt, pepper &amp; 1 tsp Grey Poupon country dijon mustard]&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp pecan, chopped finely &amp; mixed with 2 tbsp breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourbon sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Worchestshire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp Grey Poupon country dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1 1/2 tbsp bourbon&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp cold butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Coat chicken with pecan mixture, drizzle with melted butter, just enough to make crumbs stick.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat enough of the melted butter in a pan and pan fry the chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. In a small sauce pan, combine soy sauce, mustard, brown sugar and Worchestshire sauce until bubbly. Add bourbon and bring to boil, remove from heat and stir in cubed butter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drizzle sauce on chicken and garnish with green onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0tnhpiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/x27Gx7H-I_s/s1600-h/DSCN2599+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84k0tnhpiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/x27Gx7H-I_s/s320/DSCN2599+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174113509912454690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7623870236372208600?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7623870236372208600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7623870236372208600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7623870236372208600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7623870236372208600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84kU9nhpbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nDnsjFLzvXs/s72-c/DSCN2592+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5174680287801569826</id><published>2008-03-04T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:13.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal chef...</title><content type='html'>Well, almost! :) I came home to a little surprise, my dear hubby making me dinner! Now now ladies and gentlemen, this is a VERY rare occurance because since my husband and I moved in together, he has kind of lost touch with his 'foraging' instincts! Shopping for groceries, prepping and cooking a meal from start to finish seems to be a talent he no longer needed... but then again, during the good old bachelor days, it was sausage on the grill or cold pizza, please don't ask where he gets his daily veggie intake cos I never found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I came home to see groceries laid out. Not to criticise though but my dear husband didn't know that we had everything but the ricotta and spinach! However, minor detail though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YmdnhpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3FzJnJkFLZk/s1600-h/DSCN2589+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YmdnhpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3FzJnJkFLZk/s320/DSCN2589+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100070959785330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the chef of the day cleaning up and looking very much like a house husband... [as much as a bull in a china shop].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YmtnhpYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LEmSWMR-XkY/s1600-h/DSCN2588+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YmtnhpYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LEmSWMR-XkY/s320/DSCN2588+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100075254752642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on the finishing touches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84Ym9nhpZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tUns25-mns8/s1600-h/DSCN2590+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84Ym9nhpZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tUns25-mns8/s320/DSCN2590+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100079549719954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Ready to go into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YndnhpaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SDgxmiBJvIs/s1600-h/DSCN2591+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YndnhpaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SDgxmiBJvIs/s320/DSCN2591+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100088139654562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this juncture that I went upstairs to our office and started preparing our tax returns. Waiting on one more statement and we're ready to file! WooHoo! This is my first time filing our return myself, we usually paid someone to do it and this year, I decided that since everyone assumes that I am a tax expert just because I am a CPA, why not try... after all if it didn't work out, I can always pay someone to do it. Anyways, it turned out to be pretty easy, we're pretty organized and file everything away throughout the year and Turbo Tax definitely rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the meal was delicious, served with yummy, crusty garlic bread... thank you honey, I really love little surprises such as this! You never cease to show me by your actions what love really is. I'm happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5174680287801569826?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5174680287801569826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5174680287801569826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5174680287801569826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5174680287801569826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-personal-chef.html' title='My personal chef...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R84YmdnhpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3FzJnJkFLZk/s72-c/DSCN2589+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8711613856811234235</id><published>2008-03-01T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:14.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Association Dinner</title><content type='html'>That's what we were up to last weekend! We attended the Tennessee National Guard Association dinner. It was a whole weekend thing where we stayed at the Music City Sheraton from Friday to Sunday, with mixers on Friday evening, convention for the members of the military on Saturday morning/afternoon [means shopping for the spouses!] and then we dress up and meet for a formal dinner in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8pCtpZ7ESI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4hJci9rFQjc/s1600-h/DSCN2560+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8pCtpZ7ESI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4hJci9rFQjc/s320/DSCN2560+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173020473964564770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, meeting new friends, catching up with old faces. I am a new military wife so it never fails to astound me how genuine and accepting members of the military are to each other, I have yet to meet anyone from petty officer to the general himself who have not welcomed me with open arms. I can understand now why they say the military consists not just of personnel but a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingling with other officers and their spouses just leaves me dumbfounded, it certainly takes a special breed of individuals to sacrifice so much out of their lives for the sake of the freedom of their nation whom they hold so dear... Land of the Free and Home of the Brave indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was excellent [did not snap any pics as I was shy!], entertainment was provided by these amazing songwriters;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8pCuJZ7ETI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nBilBlMWlAQ/s1600-h/DSCN2564+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8pCuJZ7ETI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nBilBlMWlAQ/s320/DSCN2564+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173020482554499378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Gordie Sampson, Caroline Dawn Johnson and Brett James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are Grammy Award winners and write for big names such as Kenny Chesney, Reba McIntyre, Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood etc [YES! These are country stars, can't escape that being in Nashville! Amazing talents though.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8711613856811234235?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8711613856811234235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8711613856811234235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8711613856811234235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8711613856811234235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/association-dinner.html' title='Association Dinner'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8pCtpZ7ESI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4hJci9rFQjc/s72-c/DSCN2560+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1862719292595634210</id><published>2008-03-01T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:16.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather this week...</title><content type='html'>Has been insane! I have been looking forward to the onslaught of spring but it seems to be an oasis, never to be reached... especially when you wake up and it looks like this outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vZZ7ENI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_cS_ujPIdbY/s1600-h/DSCN2579+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vZZ7ENI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_cS_ujPIdbY/s320/DSCN2579+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173012807447941330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my kaffir lime [limau purut] plant looked unhappy, I am sure between the 2 of us, the plant is in dire need for summer to come so it can be outside and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7v5Z7EQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dug2_tlVZlc/s1600-h/DSCN2581+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7v5Z7EQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dug2_tlVZlc/s320/DSCN2581+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173012816037875970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as if a rainbow after a storm, I was paid a visit by this handsome little fellow. I don't know what kind of bird he is but his beauty against the stark canvas of the usual wintry blah, is astounding. It is as if he's telling me to hang on, sunnier days are in the horizon! Thank you Mr Sunshine for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vpZ7EOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rmo_EINI6jw/s1600-h/DSCN2580+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vpZ7EOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rmo_EINI6jw/s320/DSCN2580+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173012811742908642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to work, looking at the pool longingly... hurry up summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vpZ7EPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-cmJ4CzGfgo/s1600-h/DSCN2582+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vpZ7EPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-cmJ4CzGfgo/s320/DSCN2582+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173012811742908658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, it's back on the long road of winter :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7wJZ7ERI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CAEh0wqZyc8/s1600-h/DSCN2584+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7wJZ7ERI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CAEh0wqZyc8/s320/DSCN2584+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173012820332843282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1862719292595634210?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1862719292595634210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1862719292595634210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1862719292595634210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1862719292595634210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-this-week.html' title='The weather this week...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o7vZZ7ENI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_cS_ujPIdbY/s72-c/DSCN2579+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3316750929508907733</id><published>2008-02-25T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:16.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday wish...</title><content type='html'>A year older, a year wiser, an eventful year all wrapped up and stored in our little treasure trove of memories. Happy birthday darling, may we be blessed with many many more together through to the sunset of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, period. Not I love you because/only if/when, I just simply do! :) Sure you are intelligent, quick witted, amazing sense of humor, loving, caring, selfless.. oh and you smell good too... but that's only the icing on the cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had a quiet birthday celebratio, I made roasted asparagus, parmesan roasted potatoes and grilled up some steaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o6aZZ7ELI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NHQdAwlD0-I/s1600-h/DSCN2577+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o6aZZ7ELI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NHQdAwlD0-I/s320/DSCN2577+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173011347159060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love western cuisine, few of the freshest indgredients, light seasoning and done in 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it 'cute', it was delivered with 6 lit candles [that's all we had on hand] and the birthday song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o6bJZ7EMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SXTcD81b0xQ/s1600-h/DSCN2578+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o6bJZ7EMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SXTcD81b0xQ/s320/DSCN2578+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173011360043962562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy weekend and I shall post on it later, but this was so nice, a nice quiet dinner together and later cuddles on the couch watching the Oscars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3316750929508907733?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3316750929508907733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3316750929508907733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3316750929508907733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3316750929508907733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-wish.html' title='A birthday wish...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R8o6aZZ7ELI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NHQdAwlD0-I/s72-c/DSCN2577+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8448260077379945379</id><published>2008-02-17T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:19.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>Bliss is when you have your loved one by your side having insurmountable fun doing basically nothing really special at all! We started off today with a loud crash of glass and Mr. J yelling for help. I guessed that he broke the jar that held brazil nuts and I was right. In his sleepy haze, he went to get cereal and didn’t see the jar right next to it. It was a new jar but oh well, accidents happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I thought to take a picture. It was priceless! There was Mr. J in his undies balancing on one foot not unlike a ballerina, trying not to step on any shards of glass. In any case, I came to the rescue *tsk tsk* and got everything cleaned up and once we got him fed, we both got ready and headed out to 9am Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was brilliant. 61 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny and the breeze carried the smells of almost-spring! After church, I was hit by an acute need to eat pineapple and Mr. J stopped by Kroger to get me one together with these primroses. Pretty flowers further comfort me that spring is almost here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-bz_m04I/AAAAAAAAASk/F0HnpHdIZJY/s1600-h/DSCN2547+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-bz_m04I/AAAAAAAAASk/F0HnpHdIZJY/s320/DSCN2547+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168089957430383490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I decided to make assam laksa. To the uninitiated, this is basically noodles in a spicy, sour and hot fish broth which is absolutely yummilicious. I did not have every single indgredient such as torch ginger [bunga kantan] or Vietnamese coriander [daun kesum] of which I have a single stalk that has been struggling through winter (look at the primrose picture and you’ll see it in the pastel pot). So I did it the shortcut way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assam Laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 shallots, roughly pounded&lt;br /&gt;1 inch galangal, sliced&lt;br /&gt;3 kaffir lime leaves, torn&lt;br /&gt;15 bird’s eye chillies, split&lt;br /&gt;3 pieces dried tamarind slices (assam keeping)&lt;br /&gt;2 stalks lemongrass bruised&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple (I used fresh, dropped in the fibrous core and ¼ of the yummy flesh)&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp chili paste (I used tom yum paste)&lt;br /&gt;1lb fish fillet, I used grouper [I guess any white mild fish works too, I’ve used tilapia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Saute shallots with oil, add chilli, lemongrass and stir fry till fragrant. Add chili paste, stir fry and add kaffir leaves. Fill pot until ¾ with filtered water. Add tamarind slices and pineapple, bring to boil. Once boiling, turn down to a simmer and leave for 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;2. Season to taste with salt, sugar and lime juice if the sourness level needs to be upped. &lt;br /&gt;3. Drop fish fillets and this cooks real quickly, use the back of your spatula to break this up or mash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve:&lt;br /&gt;Noodles – yellow or Vietnamese clear (blanched)&lt;br /&gt;Sliced red onions&lt;br /&gt;Julienned pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Julienned cucumber&lt;br /&gt;Sliced chilli&lt;br /&gt;Fresh mint&lt;br /&gt;Prawn paste [heh koh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cD_m05I/AAAAAAAAASs/K4hPg2W01YQ/s1600-h/DSCN2527+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cD_m05I/AAAAAAAAASs/K4hPg2W01YQ/s320/DSCN2527+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168089961725350802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cT_m06I/AAAAAAAAAS0/CZk9SXIoG68/s1600-h/DSCN2528+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cT_m06I/AAAAAAAAAS0/CZk9SXIoG68/s320/DSCN2528+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168089966020318114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit the spot I have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cj_m07I/AAAAAAAAAS8/b1V_aW8Ehs4/s1600-h/DSCN2529+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cj_m07I/AAAAAAAAAS8/b1V_aW8Ehs4/s320/DSCN2529+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168089970315285426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, I went upstairs to join the napping Mr. J, half napping and half watching tv. I got bored and decided to paint my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cj_m08I/AAAAAAAAATE/QWbsWDALqV8/s1600-h/DSCN2530+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-cj_m08I/AAAAAAAAATE/QWbsWDALqV8/s320/DSCN2530+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168089970315285442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else left to do after painting but blog and blog hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_pz_m09I/AAAAAAAAATM/1eguqHiF4Ek/s1600-h/DSCN2532+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_pz_m09I/AAAAAAAAATM/1eguqHiF4Ek/s320/DSCN2532+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168091297460179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I realised I'm missing a husband! I found him in the backyard. He had the little fire pit going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_pz_m0-I/AAAAAAAAATU/N1xD0AS6gN4/s1600-h/DSCN2543+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_pz_m0-I/AAAAAAAAATU/N1xD0AS6gN4/s320/DSCN2543+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168091297460179938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was overcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_qD_m0_I/AAAAAAAAATc/HrObYjCiXyc/s1600-h/DSCN2537+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_qD_m0_I/AAAAAAAAATc/HrObYjCiXyc/s320/DSCN2537+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168091301755147250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river looked gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_tT_m1AI/AAAAAAAAATk/3nsvNMFWYtA/s1600-h/DSCN2542+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_tT_m1AI/AAAAAAAAATk/3nsvNMFWYtA/s320/DSCN2542+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168091357589722114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, Mr. J decided to crank his grill. I marinated 2 chicken breasts for his salads and he threw a polish sausage on there for his dinner. Assam laksa isn't his cup of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_tz_m1BI/AAAAAAAAATs/r3tDoi3ln7E/s1600-h/DSCN2534+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i_tz_m1BI/AAAAAAAAATs/r3tDoi3ln7E/s320/DSCN2534+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168091366179656722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the chef's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArD_m1CI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WM7kTRnc1sw/s1600-h/DSCN2535+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArD_m1CI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WM7kTRnc1sw/s320/DSCN2535+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168092418446644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First flip flop of the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArj_m1DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SGBXUMfIsgc/s1600-h/DSCN2540+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArj_m1DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SGBXUMfIsgc/s320/DSCN2540+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168092427036578866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing like crazy so I decided to go back to the cozy den. On the way, I noted the chimes were being beaten to death by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArz_m1EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WyVx5kPggQo/s1600-h/DSCN2548+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jArz_m1EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WyVx5kPggQo/s320/DSCN2548+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168092431331546178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, back to my snuggly spot, this time with the addition of a steaming bowl of tau fu fah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jCiD_m1GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pPz5uxh5P4s/s1600-h/DSCN2550+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7jCiD_m1GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pPz5uxh5P4s/s320/DSCN2550+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168094462851077218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am almost ready for the week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-8448260077379945379?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8448260077379945379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=8448260077379945379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8448260077379945379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/8448260077379945379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7i-bz_m04I/AAAAAAAAASk/F0HnpHdIZJY/s72-c/DSCN2547+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1591045254121605363</id><published>2008-02-16T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:21.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Little projects.</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Saturday it has been! I woke up this morning very excited to start off my day as I had a few little projects. One of them was to pack care packages for the victims of the recent tornado in Macon county. We had about 40 ceramic dishes and extra cutlery as a result of Mr. J and I combining our households. Mr. J helped me pack them securely in newspaper whilst I rummaged our pantry and filled up a box with canned goods and other items which is readily edible without requiring too much appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1D_m0pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/itqBepopgq0/s1600-h/DSCN2504+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1D_m0pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/itqBepopgq0/s320/DSCN2504+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167779229431419538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can't let a care package go out without something sweet can I? I made a double batch of chocolate macademia brownies from scratch and they were scrumptious, not chewy, not cakey, just super moist and chocolatey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1T_m0qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6T6BNBfn9sA/s1600-h/DSCN2503+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1T_m0qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6T6BNBfn9sA/s320/DSCN2503+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167779233726386850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a pack of turkey carcass from Thanksgiving and decided to make a batch of turkey stock to freeze. This was super easy, all you need is a stock pot filled with water, drop in the carcass, 2 bay leaves, 3-4 carrots [I used baby carrots as I was out of regular], celery [I used celery top as I had tonnes from processing celery sticks for us as it’s one of our favorite snacks at work or when we come home], and 3 large onions quartered. Let it simmer for a couple of hours and season with salt if needed, let cool and strain. You’ll have a supply of very flavorful stock. This can be used for a quick dinner like noodle soup, turkey &amp; wild rice soup, wat tan hor, the ideas are limitless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1j_m0rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1jQmnad7CkA/s1600-h/DSCN2502+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1j_m0rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1jQmnad7CkA/s320/DSCN2502+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167779238021354162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way downtown to deliver the packages. We pass the river by our house and spot a lonesome angler, his passion for fishing certainly beats the cool winds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7D_m0vI/AAAAAAAAARc/EkxOOAWplCI/s1600-h/DSCN2522+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7D_m0vI/AAAAAAAAARc/EkxOOAWplCI/s320/DSCN2522+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167782631045518066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly does feel odd to see this view of Downtown Nashville as it reminds us of a workday! We try to stay away from downtown during the weekends and explore the rest of Nashville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7D_m0wI/AAAAAAAAARk/VWJMrZi3wvg/s1600-h/DSCN2516+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7D_m0wI/AAAAAAAAARk/VWJMrZi3wvg/s320/DSCN2516+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167782631045518082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is the famous Broadway, where all the Country &amp; Western bars are at and where everyone is talented! My dad thoroughly enjoyed his visit here with Mr. J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7T_m0xI/AAAAAAAAARs/BubvKEM0Aqw/s1600-h/DSCN2508+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7T_m0xI/AAAAAAAAARs/BubvKEM0Aqw/s320/DSCN2508+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167782635340485394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the beautiful historic churches downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7j_m0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GTgXc4OthrU/s1600-h/DSCN2510+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em7j_m0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GTgXc4OthrU/s320/DSCN2510+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167782639635452706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next 'project'. Our house is only 1 1/2 years old but we decided after this winter to replace all the windows with higer end energy efficient windows. Incidently, they were having the Home Expo at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds so we mosied on over to check it out. Mr. J buying tickets. $10 per person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1j_m0sI/AAAAAAAAARE/NzcwqhHibF0/s1600-h/DSCN2512+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1j_m0sI/AAAAAAAAARE/NzcwqhHibF0/s320/DSCN2512+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167779238021354178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked what seems like endless hours and talked to at least 10 vendors, we have appointments with 5 of them to come out to give us an estimate but from what we've found out, this is going to cost us about $4k-$5k! Geez, you'd think windows were cheap! Anyways, I think in the long run, this will help with saving on heating &amp; cooling expenses. We didn't take any pictures of the booths as I wasn't sure if we could. Can you tell I am a new blogger??? I think with time, I will not care too much and just snap away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having not had breakfast, we were starving and we were relieved to see food stalls, we decided to go healthy and have a baked potato. Mr. J gave me this "are you kidding me???" look when I told him to wait and let me snap a picture. I gave up and went to wash my hands, when I got back, he was chomping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7eufj_m03I/AAAAAAAAASc/qf1_UVAAk4w/s1600-h/DSCN2513+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7eufj_m03I/AAAAAAAAASc/qf1_UVAAk4w/s320/DSCN2513+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167790954692137842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em6z_m0uI/AAAAAAAAARU/thFiY55tepQ/s1600-h/DSCN2514+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7em6z_m0uI/AAAAAAAAARU/thFiY55tepQ/s320/DSCN2514+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167782626750550754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was to get groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrD_m0zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SQk0HYOOOE8/s1600-h/DSCN2523+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrD_m0zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SQk0HYOOOE8/s320/DSCN2523+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167783455679238962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tonnes done just in time for a 4pm dinner at Jim &amp; Nick’s BBQ which is Jonathan’s favorite place to go. They have killer barbeque and cheese muffins… mmm with honey butter, it is simply divine! That’s usually what I fill up on and never really have room for my actual entrée. Hence Mr. J usually restricts the amount brought out. He has such discipline! Again, I am such a novice as only when the bill was paid, I slapped my forehead and realised I didn't take any pictures! Next time folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, I started my next project, to make yong tau foo for a few of my dinners next week. I usually make something during the weekend just so I can come home to a hot meal which isn't Lean Cuisine [for my Malaysian friends, these are frozen dinners, they're good but nothing like home cooked!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't have a chance to go to the Asian store, I made do with what I had so it was american eggplant, tofu, serrano pepper and fish paste [I used frozen filets, seasoned with white pepper, a little corn flour and mince this into a paste in the food processor, drizzle salted water when mincing until it becomes a smooth, glossy paste]. My mother had told me to 'slap' the mince several times into the bowl for some culinary reason. This was the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7etHT_m02I/AAAAAAAAASU/aVOAt_LAiEY/s1600-h/DSCN2524+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7etHT_m02I/AAAAAAAAASU/aVOAt_LAiEY/s320/DSCN2524+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167789438568682338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J split his sides laughing and told me that I definitely need to be on Iron Chef. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prepped and ready to be stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrT_m00I/AAAAAAAAASE/ipOzZ8hZHwg/s1600-h/DSCN2525+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrT_m00I/AAAAAAAAASE/ipOzZ8hZHwg/s320/DSCN2525+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167783459974206274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All fried up with sauce made, I like to keep them separate until before serving. As usual, this isn't Mr. J's cup of tea because he doesn't do eggplant or tofu. He did like it when I made some using button mushrooms but none today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrT_m01I/AAAAAAAAASM/lTY6FjYJi_E/s1600-h/DSCN2526+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7enrT_m01I/AAAAAAAAASM/lTY6FjYJi_E/s320/DSCN2526+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167783459974206290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is folks, it's 9.45pm now and we're relaxing and watching tv, probably call it an early night since it's church at 9 tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, hope your Saturday was as enjoyable as ours was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1591045254121605363?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1591045254121605363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1591045254121605363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1591045254121605363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1591045254121605363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-wonderful-saturday-it-has-been-i.html' title='Little projects.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7ej1D_m0pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/itqBepopgq0/s72-c/DSCN2504+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-6197565869288890324</id><published>2008-02-14T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:19:18.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.</title><content type='html'>This is our very first Valentine's together as Mr &amp; Mrs. We made the decision that we weren't going to do the flower-chocolates-dinner thing on the day itself but instead, go to a nice dinner on Saturday or movie on Friday night. I'm knocking on 30and I STILL absolutely love 'date' nights with my husband :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into work on the morning of Valentine's Day [late as I went to get Krispy Kreme doughnuts for my client and boy oh boy, the line was HUGE!!!], I saw this note from my dearest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart with me (I carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart) Ii am never without it (anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) &lt;br /&gt;I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I sat here with the goofiest smile on my face and tears in my eyes, and of course, everyone wanted to see what it was that got me into that state. Oooohs and aaahhhs ensued of course :) This is one of the many reasons why I thee Honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged our cards in the evening when I got home and then spent a relaxing evening just fixing and sharing a quiet dinner, laying on the couch watching tv and then retired to bed early. It was work day as usual the next day as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Valentine's 2008, may we share many, many, many more together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-6197565869288890324?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6197565869288890324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=6197565869288890324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6197565869288890324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/6197565869288890324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-carry-your-heart-i-carry-it-in-my.html' title='I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3233053055611329166</id><published>2008-02-12T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:22.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Theraphy</title><content type='html'>I may just be crazy, but there is nothing more relaxing for me to cook when I am stressed out or had a long day. Just the whole planning, preparation, right up to the actual cooking, it is like a tantalizing production. Therapeutic… like I said, I may just have lost it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is only Monday but I think the whole ‘busy season’ thing is finally catching up. At the head of the week and already wiped out. So what do I do when I walk through the door? If you guessed ‘cook’, then you are right my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu today;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steamed white jasmine rice&lt;br /&gt;2. Watercress soup&lt;br /&gt;3. Sardine Sambal&lt;br /&gt;4. Hairy gourd stir fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got carried away! But the leftovers should last me for the week and this is such a life saver when I get home and need to continue working, get to take a quick, hot dinner instead of cereal. Although some nights, like last night, a bowl of Special K Strawberries with soy milk and a juicy peach just hits the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually one who cooks on a whim, usually this is because recipe research and locating my mother’s recipes are too time consuming so I just try to remember how my mom does it, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I should start recording my recipes here just as a FYI for future references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardine Sambal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can Ayam Brand sardines in tomato sauce, discard bones, reserve tomato sauce [I brought this from Malaysia so if any of you have tried a brand available here in Malaysia, let me know ya?]&lt;br /&gt;1 large red onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 sprigs curry leaf, washed and torn up [this releases the fragrance]&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp plain chili powder [use the ones from Indian stores, this is usually dried chilies ground into a powder. Do NOT use McCormick or American versions]&lt;br /&gt;2 fresh red [or green] chilies, split down the middle&lt;br /&gt;1 large tomato cut into wedges&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp tamarind water [mix 1 tsp tamarind paste with enough water, strain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following items are pounded in mortal &amp; pestle till well blended&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp whole cumin [jintan manis]&lt;br /&gt;3 pips garlic&lt;br /&gt;½ inch ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil in pan, sauté onions till translucent. Add curry leaves and fresh red chili. Stir fry 1 more minute. Add pounded ingredients. Fry till fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add chili powder, stir fry quickly and add tamarind juice [watch the flame as chili powder burns easily!]&lt;br /&gt;3. Once the raw chili ‘smell’ goes off, add the reserved tomato sauce. Add tomato wedges [I like mine mushy and cooked so I add that early]. Bring to boil. Season with salt/sugar to taste. Add sardines in last to warm up, break it up if you wish to have smaller pieces but take off the heat. Overcooked sardines are tasteless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairy gourd with shrimp and dried beancurd. This is one of my favorite vegetable dishes my mother makes, no matter how much she cooks, there are almost always no leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairy gourd stirfry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lbs hairy gourd [I used 3 cute little fellas], peeled and julienned&lt;br /&gt;5 pips garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;½ cube chicken stock/granules&lt;br /&gt;10-15 large shrimp&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces dried beancurd sheets, soaked and sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 bundles glass noodles, soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil, add garlic and sauté. Add shrimp and stir fry till slightly pink. &lt;br /&gt;2. Add beancurd sheets and chicken granules, stir fry for 2 minutes, add a little water if needed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add hairy gourd, mix it up. Season with salt if needed.&lt;br /&gt;4. One minute before turning off the heat [depends on the level of tenderness you prefer your veggies], add glass noodles which cooks very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Chinese soups, it’s light, nutritious and simply delightful to the senses, it is basically the essence of all the good things you put into it [since it is boiled for hours!]. Since I saw fresh watercress at the Asian grocers over the weekend, I knew that this was going to be on the menu sometime this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watercress soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bundles watercress, washed thoroughly as it is lots of dirt [ie: sand]&lt;br /&gt;1 lbs pork ribs/bones&lt;br /&gt;½ cup dried dates, pitted and washed [the red ones sold at asian stores, NOT the sweet black ones you get at Harris Teeter or Publix that comes from California]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fill a stock pot ½ full with cold water, bring to boil. Drop in the pork bones and let it simmer for 2 minutes. This step is to eliminate the ‘porky’ taste that comes from the scum resulting from the blood/fat. You will see this floating on top. Once the pork has stopped bleeding, dump out the contents into a colander and rinse the pork of the scum. &lt;br /&gt;2. Either use the same stock pot [wash with soap!] or another stock pot, this time filling it up to ¾. Bring to boil. Add pork. Let it boil for 15 minutes, turn down the heat so it simmers. At this point, you will still see foam floating on top, skim that off. This also makes the soup clearer. Let it continue to boil.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once no more scum noted, add in the dates. Let this simmer for at least 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;4. Add watercress, boil till desired ‘doneness’ and salt to taste if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my ‘therapy’ for the day/week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7Za_j_m0nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7K2t3GD_0LM/s1600-h/DSCN2499+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7Za_j_m0nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7K2t3GD_0LM/s320/DSCN2499+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167417670494507634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not so much bliss though, it's back to work whilst eating for the chef... gotta love busy season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7Za_z_m0oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vg2yeF1w2MY/s1600-h/DSCN2501+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7Za_z_m0oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vg2yeF1w2MY/s320/DSCN2501+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167417674789474946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3233053055611329166?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3233053055611329166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3233053055611329166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3233053055611329166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3233053055611329166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/theraphy.html' title='Theraphy'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R7Za_j_m0nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7K2t3GD_0LM/s72-c/DSCN2499+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-1274663833726035411</id><published>2008-02-09T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:23.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Of love and crabcakes.</title><content type='html'>Mr. J is working this weekend. So this Saturday was the usual laundry, clean up and going into the office to work, it is busy season after all. So it was to my surprise when I got home at about 6 pm today to find these pretty yellow flowers which reminds me so much of spring... yellows and greens are so spring isn't it??? Also, a very thoughtful and sweet musical card... don't you just love 'just because' surprises?? I know I DO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkT_m0hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nda6Y9CtTy4/s1600-h/DSCN2496+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkT_m0hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nda6Y9CtTy4/s320/DSCN2496+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165190691296825874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening was a relaxing one, I made my special crabcakes with an organic green, warm French gourmandaise cheese, ruby grapes and macademia nuts drizzled with balsamic vinagrette. Scrumptious and simple meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is one of estimation and thrown together to suit our taste so I'm recording it here for future references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's favorite Crabcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1lb fresh lump crab meat&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp plain breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Old Bay seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp Dill (I used dried since we did not have fresh on hand)&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp mayonnaise [I used fat free]&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp coarse grain mustard&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper, a few turns of the pepper mill&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp chopped scallions&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sweet relish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the above all together and it should look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkT_m0iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kdw7zgVJSL8/s1600-h/DSCN2492+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkT_m0iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kdw7zgVJSL8/s320/DSCN2492+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165190691296825890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the assembly and cooking process. I use as little oil to pan fry these, so I used 2 tbsp canola oil. Heat pan, fill a shallow bowl with 1/2 cup of breadcrumbs, drop the crab mixture using a 1/3 cup measure into the bowl containing breadcrumbs. Dust to coat evenly and drop it into the frying pan, proceed to do the next piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sauce, I just made a simple remoulade. I used 2 tbsp mayonaise, 1 tbsp cajun seasoning, 2 tbsp lemon juice, salt-pepper-sugar to taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made 5 cakes for us which was the perfect portion for us, 2 for me and 3 for Mr J [who by the way wiped his plate clean in under 2 minutes]! The final product served with salad, lemon wedges, spicy remoulade and tartar sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65y9T_m0mI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gLhVcfkyHzo/s1600-h/DSCN2493+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65y9T_m0mI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gLhVcfkyHzo/s320/DSCN2493+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165192220305183330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him here, posing silly for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkj_m0jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KLFus8QYGSw/s1600-h/DSCN2494+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkj_m0jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KLFus8QYGSw/s320/DSCN2494+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165190695591793202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the cook gets to enjoy her meal. When we moved in to our new house, we decided to put the tv upstairs in the den rather than the living room downstairs as we wanted to deter eating in front of the tv... a year later, see where we're eating! Hopefully when we have children, meal times is at the dining table! I guess it's because we're on the go all day and when we get home and sit to relax, we like to catch up on the news and also with each other so the den upstairs it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkj_m0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JAaIWZ-RXec/s1600-h/DSCN2495+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkj_m0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JAaIWZ-RXec/s320/DSCN2495+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165190695591793218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, it was switching between Nascar [Mr J was so excited as Dale Earnhart Jr. is driving the National Guard car, good thing he won!] and the Democrat presidential campaign. Even though I can't vote, I love watching Obama speak, he is so charismatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that wraps up our Saturday, hope yours were as cosy and relaxing as ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-1274663833726035411?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1274663833726035411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=1274663833726035411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1274663833726035411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/1274663833726035411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-love-and-crabcakes.html' title='Of love and crabcakes.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R65xkT_m0hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nda6Y9CtTy4/s72-c/DSCN2496+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-4981524972492023553</id><published>2008-02-05T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:14:20.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado in Tennessee</title><content type='html'>It's late now, we're sitting in my walk-in closet with the mattress propped up against us, the tv is on, and we're waiting. This is my very first and scariest tornado warning, previously, it was merely watches but this is the real thing, it's been reported on the news of severe damage in surrounding counties, kids trapped in collapsed college building in Jackson, TN. We had hail pounding on the house... it's stopped for a little while but they are warning us about Round 2 soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and prayers to those families who lost their loved ones or are worrying about their loved ones, also to those families who've lost everything. May our good Lord watch over and protect each and everyone of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-4981524972492023553?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4981524972492023553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=4981524972492023553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4981524972492023553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/4981524972492023553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/tornado-in-tennessee.html' title='Tornado in Tennessee'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-5864476506572453060</id><published>2008-02-05T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:26.481-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A typical Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Having been away for a while, I have a lot of blogging to catch up with! In line with my fellow blogger friends, CatCat and Beachlover, I thought it’d be fun for my family back home to follow what a typical Saturday is like for me back home here in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J is very particular about our bed being made but I never do it on weekdays as I would normally jump out of bed, get ready and head out of the door but Saturdays, now, that’s my #1 duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4cK-ln2I/AAAAAAAAALc/m8GgvGxmZV0/s1600-h/DSCN2396+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4cK-ln2I/AAAAAAAAALc/m8GgvGxmZV0/s320/DSCN2396+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720504391343970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a long luxurious hot shower before facing the cold wintry morning. To kill two birds with one stone, I am going to include in this post [again, following CatCat and Beachlover] the ‘beauty’ products I use. I don’t really use make up, but I love having good skin and hair so naturally, I have tones of facial and hair product [tones per Mr J as he doesn’t understand why girls need facial wash-toner-moisturizer or shampoo-conditioner-oils, he uses one product for everything, his trusty bar of soap!]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr J wants his wife to look young and pretty forever so he doesn’t mind splurging on good products :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4ca-ln3I/AAAAAAAAALk/zBRXCuREWSw/s1600-h/DSCN2398+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4ca-ln3I/AAAAAAAAALk/zBRXCuREWSw/s320/DSCN2398+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720508686311282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the face; L-R: SK-II Advance Protect Essence UV, SK-II Facial Clear Solution, SK-II Eye Treatment Film, SK-II Facial Treatment Clear Lotion, SK-II Facial Treatment Essence and SK-II Facial Treatment Cleanser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4ca-ln4I/AAAAAAAAALs/e3KIZXtGrC4/s1600-h/DSCN2399+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4ca-ln4I/AAAAAAAAALs/e3KIZXtGrC4/s320/DSCN2399+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720508686311298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For the crowning glory; L-R: Keratase Intensive Oleo-Relax, Shishedo Fuente Vita Voltage Tonic, Shampoo &amp; Treatment [miracle shampoo if your hair drops!], L’oreal Professional Intense Repair Shampoo &amp; Conditioner [awesome during winter!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to the day’s progression, after showering, the real work begins. This week, I had to travel to Miami so first things first, unpack suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k8nq-loHI/AAAAAAAAANk/CyJiKQ1cPho/s1600-h/DSCN2397+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k8nq-loHI/AAAAAAAAANk/CyJiKQ1cPho/s320/DSCN2397+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163725100006350962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9va-loII/AAAAAAAAANs/koUBzfJz3KA/s1600-h/DSCN2400+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9va-loII/AAAAAAAAANs/koUBzfJz3KA/s320/DSCN2400+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726332661964930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash dishes because ‘someone’, I wonder who, will leave dishes in the sink all week that I am away so that I’ll do the dishes when I get back!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9va-loJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gwg9wiPkYaI/s1600-h/DSCN2401+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9va-loJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gwg9wiPkYaI/s320/DSCN2401+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726332661964946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have to do a stock take of the refrigerator and replenish it with grocery for the week so that my darling husband will not have to die of starvation or eat fast food. Please don’t ask me how he survived for so long before meeting me. Men!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9vq-loKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aASBknZ1SFs/s1600-h/DSCN2402+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9vq-loKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aASBknZ1SFs/s320/DSCN2402+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726336956932258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the grocery store and errands now, took random pictures of downtown Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9v6-loLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ziBUT-5NvUI/s1600-h/DSCN2403+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9v6-loLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ziBUT-5NvUI/s320/DSCN2403+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726341251899570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Capitol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9v6-loMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/24RGmjPKpyw/s1600-h/DSCN2405+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k9v6-loMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/24RGmjPKpyw/s320/DSCN2405+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726341251899586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Performing Arts Center, where Broadway or local productions are featured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my camera died on me so no more pictures from my outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back now, I usually make Mr J his lunch for the next week, so 5 grilled chicken salads packed (organic spinach, grilled chicken, cheddar cubes, walnuts, dried cranberries, olives and pickles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-l6-loNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vVEwRYOEPzY/s1600-h/DSCN2474+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-l6-loNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vVEwRYOEPzY/s320/DSCN2474+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727268964835538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-mK-loOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uYh8z6eR3kM/s1600-h/DSCN2475+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-mK-loOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uYh8z6eR3kM/s320/DSCN2475+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727273259802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I am famished and since I'll be away for the week, I made something simple, tofu curd... if you have not tried this shortcut, you absolutely have to because it is yummilicious! Even better than some that I have tasted back home in Malaysia. Not sure if this is because being deprived or what but a hot bowl [or two[ of this and I am happy. Mr J was at work this weekend in case if you were wondering where he was!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-mK-loPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lVzWUWc2ZqE/s1600-h/DSCN2393+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-mK-loPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lVzWUWc2ZqE/s320/DSCN2393+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727273259802866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-ma-loQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sDbmqpkbNyg/s1600-h/DSCN2395+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-ma-loQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sDbmqpkbNyg/s320/DSCN2395+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727277554770178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, laundry is done, bags are packed, load the car and head on out to the airport for the next town my job takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-ma-loRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0bSsavfO-9g/s1600-h/DSCN2410+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k-ma-loRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0bSsavfO-9g/s320/DSCN2410+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727277554770194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last stop, GAS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k_QK-loTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5pYLSliywFY/s1600-h/DSCN2411+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k_QK-loTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5pYLSliywFY/s320/DSCN2411+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727994814308658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k_Qa-loUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R0Zr0ffSA44/s1600-h/DSCN2408+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k_Qa-loUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R0Zr0ffSA44/s320/DSCN2408+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163727999109275970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week, see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-5864476506572453060?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5864476506572453060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=5864476506572453060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5864476506572453060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/5864476506572453060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/typical-saturday.html' title='A typical Saturday...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6k4cK-ln2I/AAAAAAAAALc/m8GgvGxmZV0/s72-c/DSCN2396+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3345115713534436676</id><published>2008-02-04T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:21:28.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><title type='text'>Slowing down.</title><content type='html'>Someone forwarded this to us last year and Mr. J had stuck it on our refrigerator last new year and I did not pay it too much attention until this past weekend when in the midst of being swamped with 80 hour work weeks and feeling very much like a zombie, merely existing each day just to repeat the grueling process all over again the very next, I actually took the time to read this and reflect on its meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy as it may be seem as I often find forwards to be, this little passage made me take a step back, take a deep breath of fresh air and reflect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first husband, Mr. M passed away, I oft times reflect on all that we did right and also the ‘wrongs’ we did. One of the ‘wrongs’ was that we got so wrapped up with our careers, his with finishing up his MD/PhD and myself, to establish myself in my profession. We were together for 7 years before we got married and we worked hard so that we can build a good life for ourselves and our future family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we relaxed just a tiny bit and took the time to enjoy life a little, stress out less about making everything perfect because I have come to realize that perfection even though attainable at times, is very difficult to be sustainable. Hence, I’ve learnt that the little ‘flaws’ in life is what makes my life ‘mine’, I have learnt that imperfection is absolutely OKAY and is what makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chastised, I shut my laptop down, put my work files away and grabbed Mr. J and went out for a long drive in the country, went to the store, got a few things, got home, put together a cheese platter, shrimp cocktail, put a beef roast into the oven just in time for our friends Dale and Kelly to come over. We had a wonderful relaxing evening, with lots of food, drinks, laughter and conversation. Dale got out his guitar and sang some stuff he’d written and Mr. J played the role of cameraman/editor and at 3am, we had a music video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the poetry which catapulted my thoughts and actions into overdrive down memory lane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am not sure who the author of this piece is so if any of you know, please leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Week I threw out Worrying, &lt;br /&gt;it was getting old and in the way.&lt;br /&gt;It kept me from being me;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't do things God's way.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I threw out a book on MY PAST&lt;br /&gt;(Didn't have time to read it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Replaced it with NEW GOALS,&lt;br /&gt; Started reading it today.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I threw out hate and bad memories,&lt;br /&gt;(Remember how I treasured them so)?&lt;br /&gt;Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Brought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL, AND I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;Threw out I might, I think and I ought.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, you should've seen the dust.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I ran across an OLD FRIEND,&lt;br /&gt; I hadn't talked to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;His name is GOD the Father,&lt;br /&gt; and I really like His style.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;He helped me to do some cleaning and added some things Himself.&lt;br /&gt;Like PRAYER, HOPE, FAITH and LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I placed them right on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door.&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND IT- its called PEACE. Nothing gets me down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've got my house looking nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good around the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For things like Worry and&lt;br /&gt; Trouble there just isn't any space&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;It's good to do a little house cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the things on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes things brighter; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3345115713534436676?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3345115713534436676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3345115713534436676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3345115713534436676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3345115713534436676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/02/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing down.'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3319469888435215281</id><published>2008-01-30T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:26.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough...</title><content type='html'>Eat Malaysian!!! With these 15-16 hour days I've been pulling lately, nothing comforts me better than a taste of home! Even though it's never as good as my mom's, when you're half a world away, half-good is better than none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6fZja-ln0I/AAAAAAAAALM/ABnSU0isQkc/s1600-h/DSCN2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6fZja-ln0I/AAAAAAAAALM/ABnSU0isQkc/s320/DSCN2390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163334700364046146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this evening, it was awesome to come home after a long day, take a hot shower and have a hot plate of rice, bok choy and chicken curry *content* :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6fZjq-ln1I/AAAAAAAAALU/tm9kJ1-F9ag/s1600-h/DSCN2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6fZjq-ln1I/AAAAAAAAALU/tm9kJ1-F9ag/s320/DSCN2387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163334704659013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. J of course does not partake in my simple pleasure, so I made him a wrap with cherries and olives. Classic example of East meets West in our kitchen. I have been so blessed, my man isn't fussy when it comes to food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, note to self, Mr. J has been a model husband lately, I never told him but I did notice him picking up a lot after me, keeping stuff clean and neat and not complaining that I don't help cos he understands my long hours. Nothing more sexy than that! ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3319469888435215281?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3319469888435215281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3319469888435215281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3319469888435215281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3319469888435215281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough...'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R6fZja-ln0I/AAAAAAAAALM/ABnSU0isQkc/s72-c/DSCN2390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-9221096533486627469</id><published>2008-01-15T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:48:37.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Survey Says....."</title><content type='html'>1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J [my husband]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 0800?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the hotel to the client’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Collected my take out order from PF Changs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even start… Mr J proposed in June, we bought our very first home in July, moved into our new house in August, my parents visited us for Thanksgiving and Christmas, this was the first time Mr J met my family. That year was also a busy year for me, I traveled for work 32 weeks that year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite [to Mr J, I’m out of town this week again and that’s our normal routine before bed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many beverages did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;Water all day except a diet Sunkist as a pick-me-up this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;My dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;At my hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;Coin compartment in my purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and cold [30F] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the best ice-cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry’s Cherry Garcia [Low Fat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What excites you?&lt;br /&gt;Our ‘date’ nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;I want to so bad but Mr J loves it long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Soon entering into the next decade of #s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you watch the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, can’t possibly follow any series with my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;I can be :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;Arlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'K'.&lt;br /&gt;Kavitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who's the first person on your received call list?&lt;br /&gt;My hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What does the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;"Tuachi,[Big Sister in Hokkien], call home”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where's the next place you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Miami, Florida on Sunday for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who's the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t one cos I can’t stand them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Kung Pao Scallops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Will you get married in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Just got married la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's the best movie you've seen in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 weeks??? Only saw one so it’ll be Mr Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday before leaving town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I’m happy, happy, happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;Because I was bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to do this if you want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-9221096533486627469?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/9221096533486627469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=9221096533486627469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/9221096533486627469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/9221096533486627469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/survey-says.html' title='&quot;The Survey Says.....&quot;'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-3677858276612256178</id><published>2008-01-08T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:17:01.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>I'm so proud of you!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mr. J went for an interview, we didn't really think much about it, it was one of those "It would be nice if we got it, but we understand if we don't as a million other people are being considered". Anyways, Mr. J just called from work and asked me if I were sitting down... my heart dropped to my toes thinking all worst possible things but it was worry for nothing because he got the job! This not only means a considerable raise but also it'll bring him closer to home after this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations honey! I am SO proud of you and appreciate how hard you work to provide for our little family and our future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-3677858276612256178?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3677858276612256178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=3677858276612256178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3677858276612256178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/3677858276612256178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-proud-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of you!'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-7050683214428385964</id><published>2008-01-04T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:30.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S &amp; J Wedding Part 4 = Reception, Sheraton Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33kniaOHYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIowLCAMgCg/s1600-h/DSC_1726+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33kniaOHYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIowLCAMgCg/s320/DSC_1726+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151524916684529026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice carving, which I only had a chance to see at the end of the reception when it was partly melted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3qtjWld6y9M/s1600-h/DSC_1734+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3qtjWld6y9M/s320/DSC_1734+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151524920979496338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests mingling during cocktail hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1QckGU2vY1A/s1600-h/DSC_1730+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1QckGU2vY1A/s320/DSC_1730+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151524920979496354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration of guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sq4v3FmH8Lo/s1600-h/DSC_1754+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33knyaOHbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sq4v3FmH8Lo/s320/DSC_1754+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151524920979496370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J with my beautiful sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33koCaOHcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/g4qgtUZXekw/s1600-h/DSC_1755+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33koCaOHcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/g4qgtUZXekw/s320/DSC_1755+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151524925274463682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLCaOHdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eqiHPf8LFn8/s1600-h/DSC_1756+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLCaOHdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eqiHPf8LFn8/s320/DSC_1756+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525526569885138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J and his mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLCaOHeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xPYzlBEj2n0/s1600-h/DSC_1757+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLCaOHeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xPYzlBEj2n0/s320/DSC_1757+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525526569885154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance of ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLSaOHfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rLC2WhxdEno/s1600-h/DSC_1772+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLSaOHfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rLC2WhxdEno/s320/DSC_1772+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525530864852466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLSaOHgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pK__nsO14As/s1600-h/DSC_1775+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLSaOHgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pK__nsO14As/s320/DSC_1775+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525530864852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLiaOHhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UA5ea-qFzEA/s1600-h/DSC_1830+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33lLiaOHhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UA5ea-qFzEA/s320/DSC_1830+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525535159819794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9SaOHiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OI_aHX3Ot1U/s1600-h/DSC_1839+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9SaOHiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OI_aHX3Ot1U/s320/DSC_1839+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526389858311714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9SaOHjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/89ipZt84GCI/s1600-h/DSC_1850+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9SaOHjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/89ipZt84GCI/s320/DSC_1850+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526389858311730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9iaOHkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e3LWSx8IP1c/s1600-h/DSC_1862+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9iaOHkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e3LWSx8IP1c/s320/DSC_1862+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526394153279042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmm Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!!![CHEERS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9yaOHlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Rt4y3pTMsJA/s1600-h/DSC_1869+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l9yaOHlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Rt4y3pTMsJA/s320/DSC_1869+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526398448246354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can tell from our expression what sort of comment Mr J made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l-CaOHmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OwtW9FwMHIg/s1600-h/DSC_1881+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33l-CaOHmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OwtW9FwMHIg/s320/DSC_1881+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526402743213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J's toast of choice... "Roooooooooooollllllllllllllllllll Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddde". Cheer for the University of Alabama football team, his alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDiaOHnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zNXq2PcX_Jk/s1600-h/DSC_1905+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDiaOHnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zNXq2PcX_Jk/s320/DSC_1905+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151527596744121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first dances, I chose "Chantal Kreviazuk - Feels Like Home". He chose "Queen - You're my Best Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDyaOHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mcPulFCv1no/s1600-h/DSC_1932+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDyaOHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mcPulFCv1no/s320/DSC_1932+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151527601039089282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J jamming with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDyaOHpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/keB51CDGnis/s1600-h/DSC_1942+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nDyaOHpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/keB51CDGnis/s320/DSC_1942+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151527601039089298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom 'n dad dancing the jitterbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nECaOHqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ghGXQouj-O0/s1600-h/DSC_1955+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nECaOHqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ghGXQouj-O0/s320/DSC_1955+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151527605334056610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing of the garter [My older bro Chris caught it! Another wedding next year? Stay tuned!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nECaOHrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nTSGEfzlvgg/s1600-h/DSC_1940+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33nECaOHrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nTSGEfzlvgg/s320/DSC_1940+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151527605334056626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend from London and her hubby! Sorry we didn't get to visit much but thanks for being there! Love and hugs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was over... at 2 AM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3064968091587913948-7050683214428385964?l=sumofallseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7050683214428385964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3064968091587913948&amp;postID=7050683214428385964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7050683214428385964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3064968091587913948/posts/default/7050683214428385964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumofallseasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-j-wedding-part-4-reception-sheraton.html' title='S &amp; J Wedding Part 4 = Reception, Sheraton Hotel'/><author><name>Moments In Time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759730264314676054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33kniaOHYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIowLCAMgCg/s72-c/DSC_1726+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064968091587913948.post-8532426983530317232</id><published>2008-01-04T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:05:32.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>S &amp; J Wedding Part 3 = Tea Ceremony, Parent's house PJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33fKCaOHOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KoMG_S73Zcc/s1600-h/DSC_1622+(WinCE).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETwhykAoqHQ/R33fKCaOHOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KoMG_S73Zc
